The little Japanese hand shears were a gift. Aren't they lovely? I love them. I dyed the indigo wool as I went along. Just enough. Finger woven. Very fine wool on a plied cotton indigo dyed warp. Cozy feel. More body than the silk warp.
Sun's up. Go outside. Early morning rain. Nothing like it.
A little laundry. Removing the mustiness from a humid July. An early morning bath for some cloth. Today is a hang it out in the winds to dry day. It has cooled down and it is just such a relief. I feel alive.
In the summer, the Man is the innovator in the kitchen, He , a natural born fruit eater, just loves the warmer months when there is fruit everywhere. Greek yogurt, cantaloupe, green apple, ginger. ZIng! Ready for the day. He froze the rest.
I found this little old eye in a pile of scraps, while continuing to clean the studio. Seems new today. Pinned it to the curtain so I don't lose it again. New eyes are so precious.
Note to self... new eyes are so hard to find, don't lose track of them.