Some larger pieces, but mostly it is tiny stuff. A basket of small to tiny scraps of thread and fabric. And probably a lot of memories.
This old picture. From the beginning.
I envision the perfect home. Just piles of scrap. Here, There, Everywhere. Places to rest. Nothing more. No plans. Cloth and Thread nests.
I am about to go back, starting with SpiritCloth 101. Reconsidering what was said and what I might now have to say. This will generate a set of new pages here that I can use to remove old classes from Typepad and bring them here to WordPress. In new form. A lot of this will just happen in the background. Sometimes it might seem I am not here. But I am.