"Story of Self" by Hazel C. Monte
Finished yesterday. Some of it was done in a topsy-turvy way. The stars were added after the backing was stitched on, and the tree was reworked at the very end. Thinking it was done and stepping back to take a look, the tree's thread just didn't show up very well. So, out it came and a new one was planted. Slightly different, with a few new or tweaked branches. Sometimes stories go like that, they change over time, with the retelling, but hopefully, what was true and intended still shines through.
It's 23 x 21 inches, made of mostly linens, with silk and cotton cloths. I've pinned it above my desk, in the middle of the studio/living room. Funny, it's the simplest thing I've stitched in a long time, very personal, and still there's something universal about much of it, too. I'm rambling, because I can't quite put words to it. Maybe I shouldn't try.
