This one is always mixed up and changing. Like me. Like soup. But then so much the same like the Moon.
The small woven strip I call waves was just added and I know that weave will once again become a bigger part of my cloths this year. It's always been there, even in just choosing cloth. I am truly a weaver by nature. Even with words. Stitcher Self is woven through. Basket self is woven round and round. I stand knowing myself better today. And a path is opening.
Rusty moon by Glennis, Japanese Ikat from Richard. (see resource page) Old patterned silk scrap from Grandma's kimono. Some cloth is like clay. And so am I.