In Her Hand

I usually bring along a little Halfland prop sewing project if I'm going to be somewhere for a while. I feel so behind, I feel there's no minutes to waste. Last Sunday, as I sat for hours in a fancy hotel ballroom, next to hundreds of people all sitting quietly, I was likely the only one doing handicrafts during Conference meetings. I usually am the eccentric one, seemingly compulsively working... on you know what.

I've learned to bring quiet things to do so as not to disturb the people around me. This time it was the little embroidered stained cloth Rana will hold in her hand while stirring the kettle of soup. It was a fine Irish linen handkerchief, cut down, layered with foil to make it animatable, with little flowers and hem stitched using plain thread for scale.