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| Patch #25 from thrifted cotton/linen tablecloth |
Well, it's actually called Bastard cabbage, but we try to mind our language when the grandkids are around. You can read more it here. When we first moved to Texas we thought it was one of the much-heralded wildflowers, but soon learned that it actually crowds out the native bluebonnets, Indian paintbrushes and others. With a leafy base the size of a dinner plate and its arrival early in the growing season (obviously), it is much despised by those in the know and pulled up whenever possible.
When we got back to the house, I also took on a ragged knee on G's jeans ...
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basting a bit of indigo dyed linen onto the back ...
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then stitching countless passes of backstitch until it seemed up to the task of protecting one sweet knee ...
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Next time I'll ask G's mom if I can get a little crazy with colors ... you may recall orange is his favorite, but I thought some restraint was in order until I got the green light.
Oh, you want to see the back of the patch? Sure, why not ...
