Crow's final stitch was done
and then he hung on the design wall
while I pondered how the edges should be finished.
Traditional and not so traditional quilt binding just didn't seem right.
Raw edges was the only way to go.
By the way, the stitched white strip on the right is the back of another piece,
nothing to do with Crow!
The weight and drape of two layers of blanket with a thin
cotton sandwiched in between is very satisfying.
Handy Hubby simply can't understand why Crow's legs are not coloured black!
That's just how it has to be I say!
This piece will always be very meaningful to me.
It is the first time embroidery stitches
randomly cover the whole.
Not the precious precise embroideries of my childhood.
Nor the starched Linens for table tops or tray covers.
But free flowing imperfect stitches
that dance here and there
across an old wool blanket
dyed with pin cherry bark and tea bags.
