Harvest

 
Under the Influence 

Getting all the cloth washed out is going to be a challenge. No more marathons - of anything manual. 

But it's mostly about the threads. The light is beautiful this morning, so I started making sets and posting them. The names are hard coming. 

Mostly with the objective of getting away from the house. 

Just being anywhere with the internet available feels claustophobic, threatening. Sick making. 

This is one of my favorites. A huck tea towel, good sized. At first I thought that monogram was a D. Now, I'm not so sure. 

I laid out all the cotton thread - the rayon skeins were still damp. For all the richness of this towel, the threads in blue came up short. Lots of mutts. 

I remind myself that something that does nothing for me may make someone else gasp.