We often find change occurs in our lives.
This was a piece of muslin that sat in my compost pile last summer for about 6 weeks. It was smelly and gooey, (and so was I), but had a lot of potential. When this word was chosen I pulled out my now dried fabric, pressed it, used black misty fuse, rubber stamped the words on it, added feathers, bark, and big stitches. The holes that were in the fabric, caused by critters in the compost pile, were accentuated with the misty fuse, and stitched around with those big stitches. There is depth in the piece, and residual compost tag "alongs".
Isn't it great?