Lately, when the days have been feeling full, and our little townhouse is noisy with the sound of trucks and cars and people going past the front door, I've been dreaming of a small, wooden house tucked under the pine trees on the hill. With just the sound of cicadas and birds overhead.
I made this embroidery on linen and illustrated some creamy ceramic cups to match. Potential furnishings for my imaginary pine-house, perhaps. Do you have an imaginary house somewhere?
