I realized today my soft sculptures need to be quilted, at least the purple one, which is Jacks. I wish I never noticed it, but now that I have the stitching looks unfinished.
I also need to fix the glitter somehow so its not falling everywhere.
Troubles, troubles, everything’s a mess or really hard work.
My mind has shifted, my body has shifted, I’ve shifted.
I’m back to stitch. Fabric. Dyes. Why does this happen to me?
I go all day not eating, stitching till i have blisters on my fingers. My cuticles are picked raw. I don’t know if its hot or cold half the time, when my body feels the correct temperature I am so thankful.
When I sleep through the night and I don’t feel tattered I love it.
This is my one minute warning. I have to go now, be mom.
The first thing Jack and Fiona will want to do is see the butterflies.