A shibori bundle released from those tightly pulled stitches.
as usual silk velvet soaked up colour
the rough texture of silk noil absorbed yellows and burgundies.
My giant washers created a pair of owl eyes.
A stained crochet heirloom is now a delicious cool brown.
Colours undulating and encircling each other on the silk noil.
At the moment early mornings are spent pinning bits and pieces on the wall.
I aim to get going on a few pieces at once.
It's always a surprise when commercial prints look at home beside natural dyes.
Little bird spent quite some time clinging to the side of my home
a stitched house surely belongs somewhere.
It wasn't night-time perhaps the star doesn't belong.
I'm also thinking of a border of stitched prehistoric bird symbols.
We shall see
allowing the idea to become clearer.
Another piece on the wall.
My favourite at the moment.
Animal tracks perhaps.