Carol Wiebe

As I sit and stitch, it occurs to me that I am in transition. I am figuring out, as I stitch, what I want to do next. It is a repetitive, soothing, yet strangely stimulating activity. My body is still, except for those slight hand movements, but my mind is flitting from idea to idea, and possibility to possibility. That same piece that prompted me to say I would stitch on paper, only, has now been stitched on paper only. Well, technically it is NOT the same piece, just the sa