lxiv : Teeny little stitches
Collect up the patches
and start sewing. Always looks a horrible mess, full of tacking and paper.
It’s hard on the fingers. I went to my sewing box and an old sewing box to find a good fit. Something for generations of stitchers, with swollen hands or slim: Britannia metal, celluloid, aluminium, plastic.
The tiny child’s thimble is heavily worn; all that sewing practice and pricking of small fingers. Pretty sure she is dead now.
Sewing different fabrics together is always tricky – different thicknesses, nap, and stretch. And I’m not the world’s neatest seamstress.
Looks as if it might work.