I traced the image onto a piece of cotton and then embroidered with floss. When I get all the panels finished that I need, I'll sew them onto the damaged ones. The blanket as it now stands is below.
Ink colors my fingers, And glitter coats my hair. My craft room’s like a crime scene With Copics everywhere. I seem to’ve lost my scissors I should clean, but where to start? It really doesn’t bother me ‘cause my heart is in my art.