I’ve been busy on ‘For the Women who Stitched’ over the weekend. I also stitched a piece about Lethe – ‘Towards Lethe’, perhaps:
It struck me that sustained and concentrated stitching takes you to another place, somewhere other than yourself. Somewhere approaching oblivion. Or Lethe, even. Stitching can be a way of remembering and a way of forgetting, both at the same time.
You're welcome to pick your way through threads and stitches, but I'd be really grateful if you could be kind enough to refrain from pinning.