I think I'm all talked out.....lost count of how may in a row this is, a measure of my OCD is that I feel I've got to be here every day now, I've set a precedent, it's becoming a habit a bit like when you were little and you weren't allowed to stand on the cracks in the pavement. Or was that just me? Anyway, I give you white, more white, lots of white, bet you're sick of white. Trouble is I'm not. This isn't finished yet, it sits waiting to be backed and then have titivated edges, most likely buttonhole lace because that's the particular bee I have in my bonnet at the moment. Then I have a plan.....yes more white but with a twist...... the twist is I won't use anything vintage this time. I am going to start with a square of pristine silk dupion, totally blank canvas and see if my imagination is still working. Actually I lie, I may use a tiny bit of old cloth if I cut holes in the dupion, just at the back of my little windows. is that o.k?
The eagle eyed amongst you will notice a picture repeat here. That's because I'm dim, mentally challenged. You have to forgive me, I've just learned to live with it.
Deanna posed a question/suggestion a couple of posts back about my name being too small on my images. Thing is I agonise over that. Basically it grieves me to have to put my name on them full stop. I don't want to spoil my pictures by having the text too obvious and the nice person inside me thinks that the copyright thieves will leave me alone now.....it remains to be seen and rest assured if any cropping goes on to get rid of my name I will definitely think again, after the mini breakdown that is. Well I think that's all for today, nothing else to say or bore you with. Be thankful for small mercies.