“The sky is purple, the flare of a match behind a cupped hand is gold; the liquor is green, bright green, made from a thousand herbs, made from altars.” –Poppy Z. BriteNew temari: View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize Featured Dec 11, 2024 Out of the Attic, onto the Wall Dec 11, 2024 Dec 11, 2024 Nov 19, 2024 It's Been a While... Nov 19, 2024 Nov 19, 2024 Apr 11, 2022 Needlepoint to Needlefelt Apr 11, 2022 Apr 11, 2022 Apr 3, 2022 Stitching by Degrees Apr 3, 2022 Apr 3, 2022 Mar 18, 2022 Self-Portrait in Blue Mar 18, 2022 Mar 18, 2022 Mar 2, 2022 Adventures in Needlefelting Mar 2, 2022 Mar 2, 2022 Feb 14, 2022 Celebrate Love! Feb 14, 2022 Feb 14, 2022 Jan 2, 2022 2021 Jan 2, 2022 Jan 2, 2022 Jan 2, 2022 Wrapping up December Jan 2, 2022 Jan 2, 2022 Dec 1, 2021 Autumn Dec 1, 2021 Dec 1, 2021 Comment
