Last night. Before a freeze. Probably not, I thought. And it did.
This morning, still in bed. My old spinning wheel. Backdropped by photo by son. I mostly use a drop spindle. It has been a while.
Looking up at the cloth hanging on the wall above me, a new perspective of the unfinished.
This morning, checking the cold frame. After speaking with my boy. Who seems really keen on helping me build a loom to weave carpets on. After suddenly, in a dream, realizing I'd better get on it if I want to do it.
Yesterday, cobbling scrap in an unlikely color combination. Then considering unlikely... which might simply be new .
For fun because I will most likely stitch on Alphabet Soup today.