I’m finally, finally getting to dig into Jane Richmond’s Clarke Pullover. I can’t believe I’ve waited this long! Was there ever a sweater that was more me than this? If…
I love these hands that have held us, taught us, fed us, loved us, and folded in prayer over us. Thank you Grandmommy and Papaw for showing me what…
So, that’s a big relief! I know I can take okay photos, but that’s when it’s for me and when it’s what I like. Why else would I do it?…
I feel like summer! Do you? (sitting on the front porch, day 108) (day 111) (day 112) (played out, day 113) Is it possible? Could I really be caught up…
Oh, Jane. How do you do it? Jane Richmond cannot knit a meh item, can she? I love everything that falls off of her needles, and I instantly want it…
That title conjures up images of a bustling, downtown scene, alive with car horns, traffic, people milling around, and street performers. But, no, it’s not a real city, just my…
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beautiful
This post is indeed calming. I love the resting hands from different generations, the chairs, the mirror…I'm not surprised even the furniture feels like family. The effortless style of yesteryear.
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this is beautiful, reminds me of my nannie and grandpas house!
Thank you all. The credit goes to that style eggshellblue refers to and my grandparents' love and generosity. I'm just the one who hoards all these glimpses like treasure.