when there’s been some finishing, there has to then be a beginning.
two grey eyes and a red barrette ..
I keep wanting to say a wincey dress – you remember, from Anne of Green Gables. Since I was a little girl, wincey to me meant this colour, not a particular kind of fabric. Actually, I’ve no idea what wincey is!
But this cannot be wincey, I guess, because the grey-eyed girl wears it with pleasure. And it has puffed sleeves. A wincey dress would never have puffed sleeves.
Now I want to sit on the back porch, the sun on my lap …
the furry children at my feet …
But alas, errands and work call. I shall spend my day in busy-ness. Hopefully there will be Noro wool because now that it’s cold, I have no shawl. Nope, I gave it to my Nanny because her old, twisted bones were cold. No matter – a good opportunity to knit another.
Mind you, I don’t want to knit. I want to play with the girl with the red barrette.