Sometimes I take liberties
and make subtle marks bolder.
Sometimes a pebble is so smooth and beautiful
there is no ice of cloth that will do it justice.
Sometimes a pebble is so beautifully rusty
that I forget to make sure the camera focuses on
my stitching rather than the stone.
Sometimes I jut don't get the colour right.
Sometimes the marks look like cosmic streaks
across a miniature universe.
Sometimes a pebble brings words such as
'butterfingers' to mind.
Sometimes a week takes all my energy in other directions
and I don't quite get things finished on time.
Have a fun March Break.