pieces

Some ten years ago, a bolt of plain fabric was bought at quite a discount. It was well loved for its softness, and parts of it were cut away to make many things. One part was cut away and washed, then folded and put on a shelf, its original purpose abandoned.

The fabric was shuffled from place to place, house to house, shelf to box to shelf again.

Then one day the fabric was taken from the shelf and cut into pieces. It experienced the effects of dye, hot water and time. It had one more bath, raveled quite a bit, then was untangled and hung to dry.

It likely thinks it will go back to the shelf after this, but at least it got to look out the window for a while.

It has no idea of its next adventure. :)