|Good morning, sunshine!|
The weather was blustery and cold. I was dressed in layers, my Feral Wolf hat covered over with the hood of my coat. Fingertips burning with the chill each time I'd stop to take a photo (hence, the small number of them to post this morning). Nonetheless, I walked. All the way down the hill and back up. Each step a prayer and eyes gazing out at the beauty around me. Would I see the same beauty in an urban setting? Perhaps. That beauty would simply have a different flavor. No one should despair their surroundings if but only a moment is taken to see beauty ~ even if that means clearing a little clutter to make it.
|A stand of pine.|
Creativity needs to be routine. Like doing the laundry, like shopping for food. The Artist's Spirit needs clean etheric underwear and food for the soul.
|A quick spiral scarf using Jamie Harmon's dyed wool and|
found mohair. I cast on 55 st instead of the requisite 110.
I've found the original pattern results in a scarf too long for