mostly afternoons and evenings

Time has passed both slow and fast in 2020, it’s late August already and I can hardly believe it. I don’t have adequate words for most of the emotions and feelings around any of it either, but I know for sure at least once a day I sigh wtf.

Just sharing some small things that have been appreciated and wonderful.

The night studio and an old magnifying light of my dads.

A bias binding foot for my sewing machine.

Sunsets.

Silhouettes.

An otherworldly accident shot of the porch rail during a rainstorm, when I almost slipped off the top step trying to capture the soft rumbles and drips.

Jam.

3 matching skeins.

Curbside pickup from our favorite bubble tea place and the 2x double boba option they offer when ordering online.

It’s October

I forget how quick the light changes as soon as it’s decidedly fall. I’m taking note of the dirty hues for future color palettes and appreciating the unkept beauty and melancholy of the last roses. Still feeling a little of that unsettled creativity, not knowing what will be the next shift, getting comfortable sitting in the uncomfortable. There’s a dark wash of color on my hook, and moments when we’re desperately trying to hang on to the light, capturing the late blooms in crochet and making jewels with the lavender from grandmas garden. It’s October, it’s familiar.

💕