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.
That time of year that casually floats back and forth between summer and fall.
There’s been windows open days and sweltering melt in a puddle days.
There’s been cold lunches and hot suppers.
There’s been procrastiknitting,
and actual knitting.
There’s been good days and bad days.
There’s been bookstores and birthdays.
I love the slow indecisive progression, yearning for one and missing the other, sometimes it’s that little bit of disturbance, that unpredictability that I need to wake me.
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Bonnet Pattern: Beloved by Tin Can Knits.
Yarn: Tosh Dk by Madelinetosh, colorway The Radness.
These birdseye maple floors were trapped under orange shag carpet when we moved in.
A chubby Arctic narwhal in a sweater is a little more than half the size of a skein of English wool, if you include his tooth, he’s bigger.
That’s a bag shaped basket, full of bags. It’s funny, the baskets body has a faux knitted texture, and the bags inside are for actual real knitting.
A small batch, minimal impact English wool.
That little English sheep looks sad.
We needed new footstools, I swear the extra yarn storage was an added bonus. I can fit 62, 100g skeins of wool inside, are you happy now little English sheep?
I store my wool with scented soap chunks, my wool smells flipping amazing.
Kiki weights as much as 81 skeins of English wool.