Saturday night finds me stitching through layers of delight:
A photo of Eastern Bluebirds made by Jim Gilreath is printed on a vintage linen tablecloth.
The photo is layered on hand-dyed Osnaburg fabric the color of the male bluebird’s breast.
These are atop a remnant of vintage linen dipped in my indigo vat.
My needle is pulling smooth cotton thread through these layers and wool batting.
I am accompanied by live music from the photographer and his stringed instruments.
Are there really people in the world who would prefer to be anywhere else? I can’t imagine.