A small forest has sprung up along the front placket of my shirt.
Paving around the circles is trixie. Why did I not leave those curved edges free so other things could be tucked under?
Haste and Helter Skelter are the two magpies perched on my shoulders as rushed to get this piece going, now I'm paying in pesky.
The white moth needs antenna and something significant will go into the purple/gold field just over his head just what I don't yet know.
I did away with the pocket that was just under the checkered bar. Hope I won't regret that in the future.
Every time I pick up this piece I think about the instigator - I have heard from Jude who is doing as well as any frontier woman can without electricity. They have firewood and water!
3 comments:
how about a moon above the moth...or is that to obvious?
A flame? That is pretty obvious also, but you could have fun with it. But then, you always have fun!!! Perhaps you should read the magpies the 4 and 20 blackbird baked in a pie story. Wishing you a sunny day.
Wonderful riot of colours.
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