This morning's harvest:
When I make a pouch with my shirt to carry something, I always think of other women in my family. Pretty sure I've seen everyone on my mother's side of the family do this.
I also gathered scraps and made a book. The class was called "Seeded notebook." With a name like that how could I resist?
The image to the right is a photo copy of a project I stitched. It includes an edge of lace made my Grandma Iside.
I am pretty sure I won't ever buy a book to journal in again...
I'll just keep making them.