Boring was not the best choice of words to describe how I view Sundays in yesterdays post. Here is the evidence that I am never bored, that I always have cloth to stitch or stretch or join or piece. No, not boring....too quiet perhaps....almost as if the rest of the world is asleep. I want to shout WAKE UP!!! I do consider myself well and truly chastised though...is it appropriate to thank you for telling me off? Well thank you for caring enough about my funny mood to try and get me out of it anyway.
As you can see from the pictures I had a busy weekend. I stitched seams, I embroidered bullion knots and running stitch and buttonhole lace and French knots. I added tabs and loops and I damp stretched. This morning I hung work like this....I love hanging cloth like this. It says something that flat, framed, wrapped, placed in a drawer can't say. To me it says domesticity, cloth and home. Walking past this, having this at my side whilst I type ....it makes me feel satisfied, accepting.