Looking at this picture for some reason my mind
thought of Hopscotch.
My goodness... the hours we played that as kids in the fifties.
Then I wondered if in fact I have any control at all
over my mind
it seems to wander wherever it wishes
without any control on my part.
I Love the minimalist nature of a few marks
on dark grey linen.
I think it is fair to say that most pebbles in these parts
are grey with some kind of white streak
A fringed divide between colours
makes me think of a grass skirt
perhaps dancing over it's own tiny stone pathway.
As you can see the pebble itself
is asking for a white streak
that little scrap of dyed silk is just too beautiful
for me to wreck with clumsy stitching
so it remains as it's own little gem.
Ah, this one I love
it makes me think of one of those old topographical maps
full of little symbols.
Symbols for marshlands, trees, mountains, towns
and many more I can't recall at the moment.
Or perhaps even more ancient rock markings.
This one is tiny
My scrap of silk was not quite the right colour
so it asked to be stitched all over to bring the colour closer.
Such a handsome stone
and silk velvet is way too beautiful to stitch over!
Apologies for my rambling thoughts
Our dear friend, Velma, died suddenly this week
We are filled with so much sadness
for her family and many friends.