2.1.18 On the way to Jude's
I am teaching myself to embroider and have suddenly started seeing embroidery everywhere. There are needle-holes and thread-lines cut into stone and running down windowpanes. Today I went to sit and sew on my best friend's sofa round the corner for a while. I ran an imaginary thread between our two houses on the way, piercing street signs, drain lids and paving. Up and down and in and out, there and back again.
Cross stitch, chain stitch, split stitch, lazy daisy, running stitch, french knot. I like the words as much as the stitches themselves. Stem and whipped and satin and fern. Couch and coral, fly and fishbone. My plan is to learn them all and make landscapes of my own.