“What are you up to today?” friends often ask. I usually respond “not much”, or “nothing new” or “groundhog day”. For some odd reason, it feels like nothing. But it’s the tick tick tick of moments, a stitch by stitch process, a needle by needle momentum. This small purple piece was begun as my mother was dying. It was a tick, tick, of a heart. It was finished after she died. After her last tick. Tick. Tick. Time. Passing. Passing. Gone.
theresa mARTin 
May 10, 2021 at 10:53 am
These are so fun!!
May 15, 2021 at 2:10 pm
Thanks Penny.
May 11, 2021 at 5:26 pm
both absolutely gorgeous Theresa!!! Hope you are enjoying spring.
June 23, 2021 at 7:10 pm
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🧵🧷🧶 HELLO DARLINGS! I CLAIM WEAVING IN THE MUSEUMS