In my stitch language french knots are thoughts – like a prayer bead felt between the fingers.
The flags – and there are now almost 100 including the blue woad ones – are stitched onto withies – so pliable and supple dancing in the breeze
We were brought a beautiful bunch of flowers including roses which filled the air with scent – what a gift to bring! And so – as the petals gently drifted onto the tablecloth I gathered them to stitch.
Drifting in the breeze – https://vimeo.com/131747643