Bity scraps of wool and a ” I’ve never photographed my hands before” moment, and thinking how weird and beautiful and how much I just have smaller versions of my dad’s hands. Afternoon occupation, house builder. I made one just for you, now we can be neighbors. 💕
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In bloom
It’s getting warmer and when the funny orange plant I wintered upstairs in my little sunlit studio blooms indoors, it’s time for it to move out. There’s a fussy porch collection starting ..I’m still not great at this.. A peek over the porch rail, 💜 kinda shy blooms, photo bombed by a cluster of casualContinue reading “In bloom”
practicing distraction
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″Continue reading “practicing distraction”
