9/7/19

I’m sitting here trying to squeeze everything out of these last days of summer, one last Linen Loop on the hook in the softest pink, my fading peony memories are replaced by little crocheted blooms, I’m both ready and not ready, nevertheless the little maiden in the alpine weather house is forcasting cooler studio days ahead. 💕

exactly that

A negative lost between the panels of a forgotten drawer in one of the old studio cabinets. A dress of repurposed fabric, handmade to suit, pretty bias trimming, three quarter sleeves and pockets large enough for paperbacks. A sturdily sewn heavy canvas sock sack, again with pockets for the good stuff. (You are a child of the moon and now you have the pin to prove it.) A shawl, worn as a kerchief, a soft cotton wool dream, full on prairie chic. A moody kiki sitting atop the stairs wondering if it’s worth the effort. A soft shape in strong contrast.