I'm not at all sure about the latest page of Milk Thistle (although I am halfway there now). A few things went wrong in its making, and I almost wished I'd used a brighter, more minimalist background fabric.
One thing I am happy with is the sprig of Honesty I scanned and used as the page's pocket; it is ethereal, almost ghostly; a fellow artist on Instagram described it as "fairy money". It's the perfect holding place for the red lily Kensita's woven silk flower card.
The text of this page reads
Laid up in bed with the curtains drawn, lily livered and lovely eyed
Stitching petals between pages - quick!
Sew up the gaps! Don't let the light in
There is a separate text sewn on to white work fabric which reads
I thread my needle by the sun's light
I lose eyesight by candle light
This is based on a passage in The Subversive Stitch which describes how cottage industry embroiderers ruined their eyes through sewing by candle light.
This page is based around how invalidism, together with embroidery, became a part of the inculcation of the feminine in the nineteenth century.