Peg Doll AngelsTuesday, December 03, 2013
A hand embroidered table cloth, too long in the napisan was waiting for me. It had been so long bleached that the thread work and hems were dissolving, but still not long enough to remove whatever the tenacious stain had been. The white on white details remind me of feathers and so wings they were. The tattered edges became an underskirt for each modest angel, with just the smallest whisper of cotton lace over the top. My very own mini host of mini angels.