This morning the petals of my favorite dogwood were all over the ground. I was sad that I had waited so long to photograph them—they were beautiful while still on the tree—but they also make an interesting pattern on the ground. If I were looking for a new starting place for a random design, this would be it:
This one's proceeding slowly, as I'm using stick shuttles for the handspun brocading wefts. A few hundred picks is a good day's work.
As I work, I have the strange feeling that someone's looking over my shoulder.
It's my new dress form, modified to more closely conform to my own measurements. When I see her out of the corner of my eye, she looks a bit like my own Granny. That's OK, Granny had very clever hands and she would be a good guardian angel for anyone's studio.