Today a start on something smaller than a blanket, but a bit bigger than the usual squares. After reaching this point in the stitching, I remembered that this old hand-dyed floss is not colorfast. Oh well, hopefully the tailor's chalk lines will wear off during the making, or the edges of the words may have a watery tinge in the end. Which might be quite ok.
It's not easy writing in cursive big and legibly, at least not for me. Handwriting is not one of my gifts. No matter how hard I tried, my grade school report cards were often blemished with an "S-" for Penmanship (E=Excellent, G=Good, S=Satisfactory, N=Needs Improvement, U=Unsatisfactory). And then there was the high school teacher who passed back our first reports of the year, announcing to the entire class, "Ms. Monte will be typing her papers from now on!"
In spite of having to practice my cursive, a fine time was had with this today. The base cloth was soaked in tea, walnuts and iron, followed up by a dip in the indigo. The scraps are gifts from Jude and Tina, just waiting to take shape.
And, much better than the blessing of squirrel pee, today, across the yard, a hummingbird came to rest for quite a while on the thistle. (So, sorry for the limits of my camera/photography skills.) It was delightful!