After the male-folk left yesterday it took some time to settle in to being alone. It's been a while. Too long. Some stars were stitched onto the Star Cloth for a warm-up and centering.
Followed by a nine-patch. No thinking, just stitching.
Still feeling a bit aimless, some bases of indigo dyed muslin backed with harem cloth were made up.
And then things started to flow. Marks on silk. Delicious to touch.
This one is about memories, and growing within them.