Nonetheless, her personal constellation post two days ago
aligned with my own thoughts about the only constellation I've ever been able to spot with any reliability: Orion. But not the sword-wielding hunter, rather my own vision of an Eiffel Tower dangling precariously in the sky, aka Patch #287 ...
And of course there's a story to go with it, of crystal clear winter nights when my teen-aged self would walk four blocks south to my best friend Rachel's house. Always Orion hung in the sky, but I never noticed the sword, focusing instead on the tripod legs of my imagined Eiffel Tower. And yes, I knew it had four legs, but certainly if viewed from the side it would only reveal three, yes? Mais oui!
There was an earlier take on this bit of indigo-dyed vintage linen ...
but I'm well-pleased that I gave it another try. And even though I considered adding a field of tiny backstitches, in the end I decided less was more.
Addendum: The unused patch ended up in a bagstories piece, although you really have to squint to see it here (3/31/18)
Addendum: The unused patch ended up in a bagstories piece, although you really have to squint to see it here (3/31/18)
