Sometimes these little landscapes have a rhyme and a reason, or at least, a time of day, a time of year. This one? Not so much.
I am using some bits of a crazy quilt made in 1888 (the floral striped roof). Bits of a denim shirt I ‘boro’d’. Bits of my mother’s wool challis scarf. Some indigo-dipped silk.
Sometimes frustrating… sometimes soothing. A little like life.
Last night I looked at it and thought, “This is an incredible mess and yet, somehow, I continue to like it.”
(also a little like life?!)