The work going on in her room was so visually pleasing to me . . .
. . . and the fragrance that leaked through that door drew me in every time I passed by.
I can smell it now just looking at these images.
Earthy -- the essence of the woods boiled into color.
Oh yes, the color.
And the stitching.
I bought her book, and I'll be dying Easter eggs differently next year.
Oh, and this is what I made in Daniel Essig's class.
Please don't think I was wishing I was in India's class.