That time we moved the bed and that night neither of us could sleep because we had a new side, and after midnight we flipped and tried sleeping at the foot of the bed and it still didn’t feel right, and the only good things that came out of it were you found your chess set, and I found where I put all the kitchen cotton, and the next day I made your sleepy face some coffee and a bedroom colored dishcloth, and yes I love you, but no, I still don’t want to play chess.
(P.S been trying every excuse to work these lovely cafe hooks, going back to my very beginnings of utility crochet 💕)
Trying to notice the quiet things, the shift in light, the rough edges, trying to shake that feeling of losing time, not settling between knitting and sewing, not settling between winter and spring (that’s the same now un- snowy hillside from my previous snowy post, it was near 70° yesterday and tomorrow’s forecast is 8″ of snow). Pulling fabrics for practice, before fussy cutting for friends, telling myself the only way to conquer all my zipper hang-ups, is to buy 200+ yards of zip coil and just get on with it (those smooth matte buttery pulls are everything ♡). Wishing more days were as simple as contemplating sun patches.