Struggling

This weekend I'm off to the CQ summer school, which is being held at Alston Hall, in Lancashire (up north). Last year it was held at Hartpury, in Gloucestershire (out west). I started this piece there - and it seems like a good time to finish it, lay it to rest.After hours and hours spend adding miles more quilting to the cloth, it was time to add the flowery bits of crayoned and stitched reworked photographs (once a beautiful white rose). But how? Various people suggested various things - even Tony contributed the idea of cutting windows and having the flowers at the back - so I decided to do one thing after another and not worry too much about the final result. Not that the brain isn't trying desperately to get it all to harmonise somehow!
During the hours of stitching, a name for it appeared: Morphing the Rose. But a more apt name might be - is! - Pastel Soup. This piece is full of valuable lessons in what not to do - most of all: less is more. The cloth is too, too busy. I might get out some white paint and ....