Over the years she had stitched out a whole landscape. A patchwork of fields had run through the machine, the needle tearing and tripping over trees, losing itself in furrows. Now the fabric ran barren, the last golden fragments of a spent harvest.
I think this is my absolute favourite of all your pieces so far, lovely C. I think the image of the looming sewing machine and the inevitable sadness of your words, speak to me and my seamstress self.
Am so enjoying this new venture of yours by the way! Everything here is such a pleasure to read and I begin most days by delving into your newly posted fragments of thought. You are a talented writer and it's wonderful to see the creation of these little snippets of art, inspired by the images of other artists.
Thank you so much, my lovely :D I'm so glad you're having fun reading them, your words are so heart-warming & encouraging. I'm going to tuck them away somewhere safe for any time my confidence wobbles ;) Thank you xx
I think this is my absolute favourite of all your pieces so far, lovely C. I think the image of the looming sewing machine and the inevitable sadness of your words, speak to me and my seamstress self.
ReplyDeleteAm so enjoying this new venture of yours by the way! Everything here is such a pleasure to read and I begin most days by delving into your newly posted fragments of thought. You are a talented writer and it's wonderful to see the creation of these little snippets of art, inspired by the images of other artists.
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Thank you so much, my lovely :D I'm so glad you're having fun reading them, your words are so heart-warming & encouraging. I'm going to tuck them away somewhere safe for any time my confidence wobbles ;) Thank you xx
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