Eighty-nine squares to go. I paused on this one for a while. Indigo, walnut and tea, I think.
A couple of squares begun. This one with one of Jude's stars, it had floated to the top of the basket.
This strange thing happened yesterday in response to Jude's post about wrinkles. Not quite sure what's happening. It felt like birthing something, maybe myself, but looks like a rock garden, too. Maybe my mind is a rock garden? Now I'm remembering childhood stops at a rock garden and museum- an attraction the family would stop at on the way to visit cousins.
The book of loved things continues, but at a slower pace. Some pages take longer, like this one of a retired favorite mug. It was the perfect mug- size, image, handle...sadly, the glaze has worn off on the inside making it unsafe to drink from.
Just a bit of Rosee...
"Every night after work, Stew and all the girls in the beauty shop and I went riding before bed time. It got so hot that summer that the whole bunch of us took a blanket and went out and slept in the pines. It was a lot of fun. The summer of 36 came along..."
