Cried myself out.

Here's the latest handkerchief from the series The Onion Cutters' Club. I'm not so happy with this one; the photo transfer (which is of a photograph from my family archive) warped quite a bit due to ironing.




I quite like the story itself though; my friend recounted to me something her grandmother had said to her during her weepy teenage years; "When I was young like you, I cried all the time, but now I'm old, I've cried myself out."

Membranes of Memory

Yesterday my grandparents let me hunt through their archive of family photographs going back to the Victorian era.


I intend to "photo-manipulate" these scans through stitch, once they are transferred to fabric.









This last one is my favourite; I think they look like three sirens, sister spirits of the sea.