Having finished the blankets, I had meant to "Christmas" the house yesterday, or today, but the only thing that has happened is that the Christmas tree is standing here, naked, with a pile of lights on the floor next to it. I stitched a story cloth instead.
"I need a map," is a frequent thought these days. I thought this piece would be about that, even pulled out fabrics with maps printed on them, and a book with map drawings... but it quickly fell together into this tree and roots. With hardly a thought, there it was.
Maybe it's an attempt to tell myself it's not a map that's needed, but instead, to believe that I'm not lost.
Time to put the lights up...
"She grew her own roots" in the shop.
