The sun shone down on us today so I took my cloth outside to work on.
This lovely lacy handle started off as a hole in the corner of my scrim cloth.
All the little bits of fabric, buttons and embellishments friends have sent me mean that my cloth has now become one of great meaning to me.
An old fabric brooch gave me this pleated piece of satin. The glass button came from a local haberdashery shop for 40p.
I just love the fluidity of the piece, its fragility and its robustness. It can be left screwed up and it doesnt object. Its at its best though when hanging by its lacy handle on display on my studio wall. You cant walk past it though without having to touch it.
I want to trail it round with me like a child does a comfort blanket.