I don't know what I was thinking?
I know I wanted the moon to be made of something, not just a stitched outline.
And I saw that Edwardian ball gown sitting on the shelf. There are scraps of silk attached to the tulle that's been used for some sails. The silk is so fragile, it tears at the touch, sometimes the thread pulls through it, and even if I get it to work, it may all crumble away.
But I imagined what it might be, and now I'm in it. We'll see.
