Before I met India last Summer I couldn’t sew a stitch. Now I slow stitch everything I can get my hands on!
I’m truly blessed on this journey of discovery. Everyday I wake up telling myself how lucky I am to still be here, finding new paths & new ways of doing.
I sewed a hidden word inside of my apron; ‘believe’…….reminding me that anything you set your mind to is achievable.
My narrative is a piece from favourite poet Mary Oliver. It has been written that she is a poet of wisdom whose vision allows us to look intimately at a world not of our making…
My stitched words around my apron are the same words I have had written across my studio walls for years ~
………..’arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichen and seeds’…………….
This is she.
Much gratitude to India Flint and the stitching sisters around the world.
Michelle O’Hara Auer