First, she draws:

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Then, I stitch:


No, I’m not going gaudy on you, it’s just that I have this vision of these cloths filling the trees around me, flapping in the breeze from the limbs, but how to get them to stay on the limbs? That’s the question that stymied me . . . until last Friday when the light bulb went off. In the thrift shop. Where I spied these necklaces that will soon become buttons. That will hold the ribbon or thread or strip of fabric or whatever that will become wings. Sorta.


She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.