I finally got that bag of clippings from Misfits vegetables out of the freezer to make stock. Added salt, olive oil, simmered quite a while.
Then I strained out the exhausted veggies, and strained the liquid once again, through fabric, in case of grit, you never know.
I tasted it and it's much like the vegetable stock I've bought from Misfits readymade. So I got a couple of quarts ready for soup. I've been meaning and forgetting to do this for ages.
In between bouts of sneezing, something flinging new pollen around, despite wearing a mask for walking, I've managed a bit of stitching. The beginning of the trapunto work.
A local friend says these are sculptures and I should say so. I've avoided the word, from experience of nonart people being put off by arty words and not enjoying the works. We'll see.
Friend C. of embroiderers' guild days, sent me a wonderful link to a fiber related online magazine, Tatter. I spent a while on the essays in volume 1 and was very impressed.
Here it is




