....i could feel the storm coming this morning. it was warm inside but the chill from the studio window was obvious.
.....i did an early morning market run and brought in a good amount of the wood..by 11 am the view between the cypress and the cedar was already showing accumulation.
i did not go to work. no day to be commuting. peace is still with me and since i won't make it to the post office today, i have taken the opportunity to indulge myself in the tiniest of stitches
... the white eyelet fabric was already adorned with snowflake motifs and i chose a single blue grey strand of floss and quilted a snail trail through the freshly fallen snow. the linen twill beneath was tied closer to the surface in the process and now those tiny holes are like little windows to that warmer tone underneath. like keepers of the sleeping seeds.
so it wasn't let it go after all. it was let it snow. let it snow. let it snow.