One of the interesting things about Autumn Crocus is that the foliage comes up in the spring, grows lush and thick and then dies down. The flowers come up without foliage in the fall. I think they wait for just the right temperature, just the right amount of moisture before they pop up. Just the right combination of something to bring them into being...
What if a blanket happens when just the right combination of fabrics pile up on the table? What if a blanket was built of a variety of fabrics stacked and stitched together? The bottom layer is fabric dyed with marigold, the middle a scrap from a shirt, and the stars just a bit cut from yet another scrap.