“My feet are planted in the waist-high reeds
In the shadows in the shape of trees
Through the kingdom’s smoky leaves
You’d be laughing too if you could see
On the outskirts long and lean
Not baring gifts on a jet black steed
These remind me how beautiful everyday things can be. Even the most practical of employments can be an artistic process, not just a finished object. day 249 day 304
The following post may contain some images too graphic for fiber lovers in the audience. View with caution cause it’s a mess. That pretty much describes my making lately. I’m…
This is something I’ve been wanting to try for a while but never could warp a record I bought at Goodwill. Even the stinkers are fun. But, I went shopping…
If you are like me and need a palette cleanser between your sweaters or monster shawl projects, then you’ve got to knit these. The Laura + Maddy Mittens, by Teresa…
The bear said, Isabel, glad to meet you, How do, Isabel, now I’ll eat you!Isabel, Isabel, didn’t worry,Isabel didn’t scream or scurry.She washed her hands and she straightened…
