my friday flower is eggplant once again—i couldn’t help myself; it’s a great day for taking garden photos. nippy, but clearly brilliant . . . while i was out there, i checked the green beans i planted just before leaving for sock summit. ten days ago they were covered with stuffed them instead, but i […]
dear dovecote shawl (now that you have a name, i can write you), please, please, please release your grip on me. i have proven i can be monogamous, have i not? since casting on, i’ve spent every spare minute knitting on you alone. i have not blogged in days, i have not worked on socks […]
especially on holiday weekends and especially when i manage to get out of bed on the early side—which i did today. by noon i had the bookkeeping done, had been out to the garden to pull in what was ready today—the usual big basket of veggies—and delivered a couple of bags to the neighbors. i […]
sheer and weightless, this stole whirls around the shoulders like a soft breeze to caress without “covering”. light freely filters through a field of arabesque lace that beats with the whisper of a nightingale’s wings, bordered by a wide, delicate band of vines and buds along its length. shown here, size tall in a verb […]