Lilacs and roses:
And the interior of a car just like the one my grandfather once drove. German engineering circa 1955.
Most of the day was in the Big Studio, printing. I felt as shy as a girl going to a dance, it had been so long. Would I remember how things worked? I felt so clumsy. But one just has to wade in. Pretty soon I had fabric all over the place, and eventually found good ideas amidst the mistakes. I printed up a dozen bags for resale,
I brought home with some good fragments, and left more fabric half-finished, so next time I have a place to start. Now my brain's percolating again.
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