This quote is from Mary Shelley from one of her lesser-known novels -- The Last Man (1826) -- and I admit that I have not read it, but I think the quote itself is a good philosophy of life, and I appreciated that the "intricate" part plays very well with all of this blackwork!
I have had a nasty chest cold for the past week, so it also feels good to pick this up again after only being able to gaze weakly at it beside me for two whole days! The little band was adapted by Carol Hanson from a repeated motif on the Jane Bostocke sampler. (For Jane Bostocke, see here at the V&A.) Unfortunately, I don't know the source of the delightfully frivolous band below that except the so-often vexingly unhelpful Pinterest, which band I adapted to make a proper up/down/up "arcade," and also consolidated a bit to fit the space here.
It's all going fairly quickly, which pleases and worries me both, as I don't think PCStitch estimated the amount of silk floss correctly -- my supply is looking dangerously low, and I've already worked in the partial skein left over from "Philadelphia Vine". (On the bright side, all of these pictures have loaded properly the very first time as I write this post, huzzah! Simple pleasures.)
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