What if I let the needle go where it wandered without planning or forethought?
What if I wrapped the seams with torn strips of fabrics and just bound them with the overcast stitches?
What if I saw mountains and stars in the landscape on my lap?
What if the spider web was from tulle and not Victorian stitches? Although they would be quite nice!
What if the circular buttonhole stitches grew and changed colors?
What if I worked on this some more?