The butterfly has slept soundly for three seasons. Not a caterpillar, but a pair of wings, without a body.
Now with the weaving ideas flowing at Jude Hill‘s Considering Weave class, I am trying out some of the surface weave techniques.
One of Cindy’s quilts (blog: handstories) inspired the beginning of embroidered words. Reading them now, it places the insect in time — the beginning of D.’s senior year.
Now of course, over.