My father often Sashiko stitched Heart Sutra. His back while stitching remained vividly in my memory – a needle on the Indigo fabric, a white smoke from a cigarette, and each character from Sutra. ☆ Sashiko existed in the ordinary. The ordinary has their “ordinary” stories, each region, each family,…
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When I do Sashiko at night, I remember my father who passed away. While I work o
When I do Sashiko at night, I remember my father who passed away. While I work on the PC, he moved his needle after all of daily routine work. — Heart Sutra Sashiko is one of the works he was working on, and a very few of these that I…