The journey of a thousand stitches begins with a single skein... or something like that. I'm ready to become a proper knitter, I can feel it. Acquiring beautiful supplies, rather than whatever is around supplies, is step one.
I love being home. I'm afraid much of my home time lately has been work related, which is just perfect, but it's not something I write about in these pages too much. So I feel a little without words some days, which is okay. But I'm here, and we're busy in the best of ways.
There has been a little thrifting.
In the fancy town's Goodwill. Always worth the trip.
I'm an unapologetic pottery rescuer. It's true, I can't pass up any pottery that I find at thrift stores. I wish there was a way for Esther to know her things will be loved always.
The home settling continues, spaces evolve, and one more room feels like ours.
The state of our front yard at the moment. Pretty lovely, yes? My uncle, he lives down the street from us and has a truly magical sugaring operation. He produces so much (award winning) syrup, in the most incredibly down to earth, traditional way. There is a piece about his place in the paper which is really worth checking out, be sure to click through the photo gallery to see it all. So much beauty to be found (and the most perfectly stacked wood piles you've ever seen). Zen and the art of stacking wood.
