This is a sincerely glorious craft project — “craft” in the sense that, like, tapestries are technically a craft — and I’m not kidding when I say that I would totally attend her church. The choir could be composed of voices that are so otherworldly in their beauty that the congregation would grow to suspect that it’s staffed primarily by ghosts, the fire and brimstone slung from the pulpit would be highly poetic, and the incense would be on point. Okay, so by “church,” I technically mean “coven,” but my point stands. See you at the next full moon.
