a couple of days at art class with a truly lovely group of ladies. my group I stayed with….. just like friends from long ago.
stayed up late talking, sharing and laughing.
and then, notes to myself.
hand sewing. stitching. being intentional.
the paper image was fragile and poked easily.
I caught the edge of my silk. so the one corner doesn’t have any fabric behind it. so typical of me.
this was day one. full of stories and emotions and making and creating.