She chose a black fabric from an old outfit sitting in my stash.
I can't seem to do small appliqué flowers--just can't bend my mind to it.
It occurs to me that this type of interlude between huge projects is my way of playing. Since I do poorly with sketchbooks and journals, such pieces serve as studies in line, form, and materials, a place to explore.
The owner keeps wanting me to stop. Fortunately, she likes each addition, because I still have to go around the neck and over the shoulder. And yesterday she handed me a pair of pants with a spot and begged me for another small appliqué flower...
Linked to Nina Marie's "Off the Wall Friday."