November nights or: Eskimoing

Dug out this half forgotten project, a bedspread
made from old t-shirts, sweaters and nightwear (of which,
all grey, there seems to be an endless supply...)













It´s all stitched by hand - a somewhat humble, but pleasing
project for November nights (with Eskimo yo-yos,
from discarded pyjamas...)













"Listen. .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall."

(Adelaide Crapsey: November Night)