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 (.... _ _ _ . _ _ . .).