Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
Glow
What lies behind us, and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.
Inspirations 4
Since I didn’t have any fibery links for you last time, I decided the next one should be only mostly partially wool related. Hope you enjoy! And as usual I’d love to hear which links you liked.
Felted paintings from Scotland
You Donât Have to Be Pretty (well of course I have to say that!)
Fog
One kind word can warm three winter months.
More poems and spin progress
I have no idea why these things have started to land in my head, since it’s very out of character, but I’m having fun while it lasts. And making sure I have a small notepad/pen in every jacket and bag I might carry.
It’s a bit fascinating that you can in fact describe your whole day like this, and I’m also intrigued to find out whether I can eventually become any good if I keep it up. My previous experience in these matters is basically knowing one limerick by heart… And now, ever since I had the notion yesterday, my brain is completely set up to think 5-7-5!
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Trees groan against grey.
A sea of susurration.
Red boots keep walking.
Fallen giant is now
tree stump troll with hair of grass.
Storm debris in the rain.
Another dark day.
I think the couch is calling.
Too tired to doodle.
Finding my ponies
in a dark and stormy night
is no easy quest.
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Both blues are done now.
Working on the purple batt.
Jumbo flyer – lace whorl. 😉
