These roses shouldn’t even have survived all these years. Their tenacity surprised me. Now, they’ve crept up past my bathroom windowsill and I see them every morning moving in the breeze. I was feeling a little sentimental about them.
I don’t like this yarn. I’m just saying that up-front because it’s not the yarn I’d choose for this and I hate for bad yarn to bring a good pattern…
Played around with tiltshift on a few photos from my trip in August. The second one is my favorite.
I found some color this winter with my phone. I thought I’d share. (more on instagram and flickr)
Don’t look too closely underneath. There may be a secret there. An old friend or two that drifted away for some reason we never quite figured out. Unresolved…
