The fog used to be synonymous with San Francisco. More recently, it has become a state of mind during the pandemic. But I love the tangible, grey weather fog, and it has started becoming more visible in the Bay Area again. I woke with a vision of butter yellow stitching through gray cloth, not my favorite color combo. That meant it was something I should explore.
Scrap grays, yellow threads came out of bins and baskets, one dyed square left from folding an origami garden bird. And a scrap of pink velvet as an accent, a highlight, and tinge of dusk's sky. I quilted with word-knots and stitches: Morse code. The words? Fog, fog, fog, (.. _ . _ _ _ _ _ .) and a hint of Sun (... .. _ _ .), with one little ray of Hope (.... _ _ _ . _ _ . .).
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Oh wow. I did not know anyone else had done a bracelet with Morse code. I dreamed a tattoo of my son's name on my wrist a few years ago, but knew I wouldn't be getting ink, and so made myself a bracelet of Onyx and silver beads instead that I wear every day.