22 September, 2013 § Leave a comment
time does fly. 8 years ago it was when I put together a little brown book for a gift raffle in the office – one of my favourite colour palettes of mandarin orange and bronze, simple hole-punched with a hand stenciled star cut-out.
today, for the office raffle this Wednesday, I instinctively wax the thread and weave my way through my favourite stitch. the Coptic. remembering the feeling of being intimately bound to that which is being formed by my hands, and after, to experience the bittersweet recognition that it is no longer mine. that I have set something free to go out into the world.