Yarn

I posted this photo months ago and these yarns are still sitting in the bag that I brought them home in. I plan to knit yet another sweater for my girl. I have bought THE softest wool I could find. Now we are in the tail end of the hottest spring and inching ever closer to summer, the thought of knitting with even the softest wool does not sound appealing. Maybe in a month or two I will begin again.

Wool

I hand knit this adorable sweater for my girl. I chose a yarn that had a bit of wool in it, knowing full well that she has texture issues. Once the sweater was complete I was so excited to have her try it on to see if it fit, which it did, PERFECTLY! I thought it would take longer than two minutes for her to start clawing at it and trying to rip it off.

Oh well, live and learn. I love this sweater too much to give it away, I suppose I will keep it as some sort of keepsake.

Grey

Just having one of those weeks...blah. Never sure this time of year if it really is just lack of sunshine and over abundance of grey days. Things just seem heavier and more burdensome on my mind. I am thankful to my family, friends and students who brighten my days.

I continue to remind myself that "this too shall pass"

Process

Like all things in life, painting is a process, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes interrupted and sometimes abandoned. If you are lucky, one process can carry another one along, however, it can also bring it to a screeching halt.

I have to admit, the process of this painting started off extremely high, though "real" life and emotion came along and brought it down. Is it possible to carry on and have it stay on the intended path? or if the old saying is true and art does imitate life, is that even a possibility? Will it be for the better, or will it be for the worse? I suppose the only way to find out is to continue with the process.

A stitch in time

Oh Sunday, your moments tick away like stitches. Sometimes knotted up in something beautiful, but just as often tangled up in a mess.

Oil