This yarn is not boastful. It has a soft quiet beauty.
At times it looks like dingy oatmeal
At other times like the variations of gray pebbles on a rocky beach
but when the right angle of light finds its presence,
it will whisper in a barely audible voice, “I’m beautiful.”
A work of art
an abject lesson in modesty
Today I cast on Victorian Lace”s Spider’s web shawl. It comes in 3 sizes: a dramatic full hexagon, half hexagon, and a scarf size-fichu. I only have enough yarn for Fichu. Beads are worked into the lace border for the smaller version, but I have not picked them out yet.
This is another one that is classified as “intermediate”, but so far its been a breeze-no drama.
It was warmer than usual for a January day. The afternoon gave way to a golden light reminding me of summer.
Its been a while.
I miss knitting
I miss the evening light of summer
I was blessed with having both today
Here’s another soft quiet beauty, that has been vigilantly watching my slow beginnings
sitting on the book chart when I’m not looking
being the most incredible love sponge in the whole world
And finally, here is something I read today……….
The shortest distance in the world is the one between you and yourself.
The space in question is tiny.
Yet what goes on in this little space determines nearly everything
about the kind of person you are and about the kind of life you are living…….. John O’Donohue