B is for Binding. There are all kinds of edges. Binding implies holding.
C is for CobbleCloth. A cloth built from scrap, in any which-way possible. As long as it holds together. A word invented to embrace my redefinition of patchwork. From anything and every thing. Maybe Cobble Cloth might come to mean just that. Patching a daydream. With a basket of misfits, and a little time to consider. Even the stitching was done using short threads from the nest (the original ThreadCrumbs). The parts are all there I suppose, floating in […]