Here's a snapshot of my early teens. It was a rare day you wouldn't find me with a safety pin attached to the knee of my jeans, long strands of brightly coloured embroidery floss streaming forth. I'd be hunched over, experimenting with different colour ways, seeing just how wide I could go, how I could push the technique to new places and challenge the pattern possibilities. Always imagining the next one to come before the one being worked on was complete. Most were given away in colours to match the friend. These I found stashed in a box of memories.
Not much changes.
xoxAnna

