“Brainiac” and “Ironstone” support a tendril of sedum
Yes. All the rocks in my rock garden have names. Got a problem with that?
The ice has receded and all sorts of tender shoots are emerging. I feel like one of them, all edgy and vulnerable, like the next unexpected turn in the weather is finally going to break my tenuous hold on balancing work, family, home and creativity.
A little whiff of moist spring air has me dreaming of blue seas and light summer frocks, bare legs and arms, and of course my requisite SPF40 sunblock. Instead, I’m putting all those blue thoughts into this little creation.
It’s one side of a handbag, with the beading about half-done. Consider it round #2 of my current experimentation with free-form sewing, general fabric manipulation and discombobulation to include snippets of thread, yarn, floss, aforementioned beads and bits of string that I’ve covered with thread to form cording. In its original state, this began as a piece of cheap, crappy fleece. I love that!
It amuses me no end that the white noise hum of my sewing machine is holding me together.