Sometimes a leaf turns into a roof.
And pajamas become windows.
And blanket stitches form wonky shutters.
That gauze has become a moon.
And the squiggly, indigo-dipped print on the bottom echoes the paths stitched on the ‘Red Sky Houses’ quilt.
It is supposed to be in the nineties today and though a 17-pound weight loss for the year (like how I slipped that in?!!) makes the prospect of wearing shorts a little more appealing than it might otherwise be, I’m bracing myself.