The curse of improv is that sometimes (okay, almost always) there is a WTF moment. I sometimes dive in with no intent in mind, just doodling a bit to see what might happen. And eventually too much has happened to pretend that nothing is happening.

And you have to then decide what to do.

The view from here.

Staring at this stitchery up close and from afar this week, I have no clue.