I love my broom. I found it in Canada. Two sisters make them by hand. It almost makes me want to clean. Some cleaning up, a little clearing out, trying to make some more space. For what? Who knows?!
Surprised at seeing some empty space in my half of the living room (my "studio"), K asked, "What are you going to do with it?!"
"I don't know. Stare at it."
And I don't know what to tell you about this cloth I began with the new year. It just is. I'm staring at it some, too.
