Yesterday, my front yard looked like a crazy person’s picnic… or an early Easter installation… or an even earlier May Day scene. The sight of Victorian laces blowing in the breeze gladdened an otherwise soggy heart. I smile every time I consider the possibility of some bird having perhaps snagged a teeny piece of Edwardian lace and twisting it with narrow twigs for a nest.
I had forgotten how much pretty lace, vintage cotton, ecru muslin I had… also unearthed the beginnings of a felted blanket from cut up and hand-knit sweater squares… two plaster masks that K & I made one New Year’s Eve (before we were married?)… LOTS of itty-bitty quilt chunks that I find very intriguing right now…
I am very, very happy to report that the sun is out again today and that D.’s mini-ramp is being put to good use as a drying rack out back.
Thank you so much, readers, for your comments. It has been wild to hear about the crazy weather elsewhere… and I am surprised to discover how big a difference your support makes. On a day pockmarked by desperation and weighted with drudgery, my moments of respite at the screen were enlivened by your attentions… Thank you, thank you!