more hopeful stars.
Pretty sure I abandoned it because of that rust color. The old damask is so fragile and I put it through the tortures of the damned the first time around the dye deck.
I'll keep plugging away on it this time. There's a clock ticking silently in my life and passing time needs to be fruitful.
In the Great Closet Toss, a small box of sharp things turned up. Dee, they are still a wonder.
That thread appears to have been dyed just for this cloth. Happenstance, I assure you and that's the last of it. Another yard, maybe. My thread box is getting pretty bare.
She just strolled into the studio and climbed onto the ottoman where I set this down for a moment.
This is very unusual behavior for Sweetie. I put it down to upset over the insane level of fireworks in the neighborhood. It's as if she knows it's far from over.
Maybe she thinks it should be a cat pillow.