All over the place

So much-ness … dyeing with windfall lichen gathered with our Austin grandkids …

playing with miniature bookmaking (and no, this is NOT the way to do it, but it photographed beautifully) …

this is more like it …

Inspired by Annick, I played with letters, names …

wondering how they might find their way onto cloth.

Meanwhile, the yard is slowly becoming, so different from the Hill Country, but yet …

echoes of that time continue.

And of course, there is stitching …

and learning, how linen and flannel may not nestle as well as one might hope …

but well enough …

And last is best, as stitching down this tiny bit of cloth …

the naming of the larger bed cloth came to me …

my heart’s compass.

Edge-y

P’s coverlet made it safely through the washer and dryer. Now a carefully saved bit of Deb Lacativa’s dyed thread is finishing it off …

As Grace suggested, and as Jude has often counseled, the stitched words are buried in the double-gauze middle so they don’t show on the front …

The edge is composed of softly fringed layers, the better to soothe P to sleep in her new big girl bed.

And really, it’s not done done. I will continue to embellish front and back …

Playing off the motifs from Parker’s outgrown baby clothes …

or stitching secret words on the back … whatever they may be.

P.S. The post title also refers to our current state of limbo as we hope a possible offer on our house comes through in time to secure a contract on a house we hope to move to.