“The sky is purple, the flare of a match behind a cupped hand is gold; the liquor is green, bright green, made from a thousand herbs, made from altars.” –Poppy Z. BriteNew temari: View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize Featured Jul 11, 2025 Panel 2, and a Constitutional Fourth Jul 11, 2025 Jul 11, 2025 Jun 20, 2025 Democracy in Stitches Jun 20, 2025 Jun 20, 2025 May 30, 2025 Panel 1, done May 30, 2025 May 30, 2025 May 12, 2025 We the People May 12, 2025 May 12, 2025 Jan 7, 2025 2024 In the Books Jan 7, 2025 Jan 7, 2025 Dec 11, 2024 Out of the Attic, onto the Wall Dec 11, 2024 Dec 11, 2024 Nov 19, 2024 It's Been a While... Nov 19, 2024 Nov 19, 2024 Apr 11, 2022 Needlepoint to Needlefelt Apr 11, 2022 Apr 11, 2022 Apr 3, 2022 Stitching by Degrees Apr 3, 2022 Apr 3, 2022 Mar 18, 2022 Self-Portrait in Blue Mar 18, 2022 Mar 18, 2022 Comment
