Sometimes....

Sometimes I take liberties

and make subtle marks bolder.

Sometimes a pebble is so smooth and beautiful

there is no ice of cloth that will do it justice.

Sometimes a pebble is so beautifully rusty

that I forget to make sure the camera focuses on

my stitching rather than the stone.

Sometimes I jut don't get the colour right.

 Sometimes the marks look like cosmic streaks

across a miniature universe.

Sometimes a pebble brings words such as

'butterfingers' to mind.

Sometimes a week takes all my energy in other directions

and I don't quite get things finished on time.

Have a fun March Break.