this stool…made by Alz. Betty's husband in his first efforts at furniture making. Had by me for many years, just "outthere" sitting in the sun, never really having a purpose, which i guess means, no Need for it….? Brought from New Mex for no reason other than i had had it for so long. It's perfect for Emrie, who is enjoying learning to sit on things. Here, where we go often on these HOT afternoons to turn on her sprinkler, or the mister. At the place in the forest between B and C.
today, they left early so when i went to that place in the forest between B and C, where there is always a breeze and where the Yellow Butterfly meets the other Yellow Butterfly and where the Yellow Jackets come to drink from the hose connection of Emrie's sprinkler, i found that the stool also was a good desk. Was hoping this pic might show how the cloth is puckering some because of the Kantha, but i don't think you can see it, really. I sit on the Earth. I could bring one of the chairs, but … i sit on Earth. While i stitch, i remember that i am "grounding" too. Stitching and Grounding.
so, in keeping with recent thoughts about "studio"….this is mine. Where i work. When it's available.
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