Sometimes an embroidered piece of fabric that has been stitched into shape isn’t great. The zipper might pull ripples to the fabric, like waves on an ocean. Other times the pouch doesn’t become a shape, rather sags like a bag of wrinkled potatoes. Read the full post
The moments that you try not to be creative but when things just flow. The moments when all aligns and your hands work what the material presents you. That I call creativity, such a joyful event. A new pouch came about: Pag. Sometimes they just don’t come off the ground, the pouch in its present … Continue reading The blooming started…
Two new pouches with so much to tell about them. A piece of handdyed fabric is never without a story.
The movie I saw on an airplane after the book I red in India. I liked both. My husband did not. But my imagination is big and I love to escape in my own world, so it fitted me. The same with this pillow, this little write up is about the life of this Pi(llow). … Continue reading The life of Pi(llow)
