This weaving has some preciousness – strips from my father’s flannel shirt, my husband’s linen shirt, my favorite pajama pants that I finally wore out. My mother gave me a lot of her old quilting scraps. They are a little too country gingham for my taste, but good for a little brightness peeking out from the background.
Since this is my game I get to change the rules to one to four photos per day. 🙂
slowly she turned 