Uncovered these while looking for something else. I love how they feel in my hand, how many possibilities there are.
59 days and counting.
I still love watching his hands working.
Bookmarks are fun and fast. Now what do I do?
English Breakfast tea and fresh out of the oven Hermit cookies. My inner WASP is very happy now.
The perfect pattern for a brewer named Goodale, a pattern named Ninkasi designed by a woman named Goodale.
Pity it was such a PAIN IN THE ASS to make. I must have frogged and tinked back about 10 times.
We spent five hours in a car driving to London for a part. It was a sunny day, and a nice drive, but I wanted to be home as much as when I was home I wanted to get out.
A woman’s place is in the resistance.
The loveliness of the first spring hammock afternoon after a morning of yard work.
Note to self: Brainpickings.org will fail to delight and inspire if you let it.
Today’s post was about Mary Ruelfe, who I found out wrote that great post about menopause that I love so much. She writes about the colours and types of sadness in such a way that I bought the book without too much grumbling that I couldn’t find it free at the library. Lines like this will need to be reread.
Pink sadness… is the sadness of shame when you have done nothing wrong