drawing | cross stitch

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on a day such as this one, i sat awaiting the arrival of a friend. earlier that morning, an idea had sprung to mind, after savouring a margaret atwood sentence. a single phrase can trigger so much sentiment.
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i picked up the first fibre tip at hand, pale blue. then i unearthed an old stamping pad and cut a piece of eraser into a tiny square. i translated my idea into a pattern. 
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since this paper leaf won't fit my drawings sketch book, i walked about with it, in my make do living room, wondering... where shall i put it? 
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all of these participants [norma, {stephanie}, ariane, lise, rosemary, olga, susan, carole, victoria, rachel, greta, {patrice}, kristen, {julia}, mano, tatjana, {lynne}, {helen}... ] swap cross stitch samples this week. thank you all, for playing! ps - my internet intermittently playing up or simply down [talkin' 'bout caprices!!], it might take a while before i visit you all, but who knows, hey? 

* a cracked maroon umbrella

so prized when new;

from: THE DOOR by margaret atwood; poem, YEAR OF THE HEN