"Ruby" for the gem-like feel to it.
Someday I'm going to find the perfect clear pink glass bowl that lives in my imagination. Some days it will be empty except for the rosy light glowing inside of it, other times rose petals might float in it, or a few special marbles will roll at the bottom, and once in a while it will be filled with sea water. Someday.
What happens when you have five minutes in the bathroom and a pair of scissors...
It went much better than the last time. K didn't have to repair any oddly cut angles, and I can roll over in my sleep without getting tangled again.
Autumn is going full blast this week- wind, rain and dark dark mornings. I love it, except for the fact that my studio room is cold. It has the best light, and the worst temperatures- an added on room that holds summer's heat and winter's chills.
I've been wrapping myself up in this length of knitting. A few of you might remember it... Knitted eight to ten years ago from some of my first handspun, over six feet long, and called "Breathing" because of this moment.
(I do own a shawl pin thingy, but have no idea where it is.)
And there's been more moon play. The story changed over and over as I worked on it. Actually, I guess that the cloth just grew somehow, because all of the stories are still here. No name yet... still thinking on what words will hold all of the layers.
