I have a fondness for the inconsistent greys of birch tools, the shattered flecks of ocean colored glass set in porcelain, the overcast blur of winter light,
the concern of emotion that can be stitched in wool,
the soft glow of linen, the comfort of bare feet, the roundness of tummies,
the milkshake of that pink,
the curiosity of pose, the tiny cotton flower crocheted with thread on that cold morning, just because,
the cohesion of handmade,
and if we can leave pants out of it, let’s leave pants out of it.
I picked this up on the side of the road, it’s an old hospital/institution chest of drawers, heavy metal, baby blue and Jason’s eyes bugged out of his head when I said I wanted it upstairs in my studio. (The pulls were replaced at some point and they are so weird!)
I picked this up in the clearance section, it’s the perfect pink, extra bulky, tee-shirt material and also so weird!
I picked this up for a future crochet hook hybrid idea, it’s a tiny, cute, rubbery mini square automatic pencil, but I’m not entirely sure what the guts look like or if it will even work as a hook holder and I’m torn because it is so tiny, and so cute and so rubbery and it just so happens to fit perfectly in my knitting notions pouch.
I picked this up because it’s a half eaten, candy sprinkled, mini doughnut on ball chain and I’m a slow rise squishie food addict. (also a real doughnut addict)
I picked this up after I had a sample crush, it’s a rose gold, pinky peach, horribly named blushy bronzer and I finally cracked into the full size …hey lookie my apples are glowing!