Respect my work. Everything shared here is original , and holds personal value. Contact me if you wish to use or publish/pin my words or images. Context is so important to me. Thank you for understanding.
Sometimes you might be so in it that you forget to get dressed or even comb your hair. You might not even notice someone is lurking with a camera. And so it was on a cold dreary Sunday in March when gardening wasn't an option anyway.
I will call this the basket shirt. Until it becomes something else. I like to name things as I go. Naming something is a sign of affection I think. And at the same time a way to try to communicate the form that the love might take. And then, has taken. For me any way.
We are expecting more snow and ice on Thursday. On top of the foot already on the ground. Tomorrow will be spent digging a path to the second woodpile. Stacking a lot of that wood on the porch. Hoping we don't lose power.
I'm just doing a bit of whitish work. Just Continuing a few things. Calming things.
I'm considering that this shirt might become an under robe robe. If I extend it. At least for winter.