It's seven minutes until time to close the dive shop and I just realized that I haven't blogged yet today. I got busy at home this morning, then left early to run some errands before opening the store. Once I got here I meant to buckle down right away to do it but I got distracted--for seven hours. So here I am just getting to it now and, by gum, I'm staying right here until I get it posted. So there.
Last night I drove home into the sunset and when I got out of the car in my driveway I saw the sun had nestled into the crotch of the maple tree, grabbed my phone, and snapped. I think I need to live in a high-ish place so I can keep an eye on the sun and moon and the clouds. I might need a telescope to see the stars too.
I think I have to rethink my plan for the flip-top part of the Bumblebee Mittens. Last night I finished the thumb of the yellow-gold one, then picked up the required stitches across the back of the hand and cast on stitches for the other half in the black tweed. On the next round I added red and green tweed to start making helical stripes. I got a few rounds done and I'm not sure it's what I want. I had an alternate idea this morning. I have some gray tweed yarn, I'm thinking maybe I'll have enough of the black to make black and gray stripes on the flip-top. Or maybe I'll do black and turquoise...
Today was sign-up day for the September session of the Women's Writing Retreat at The Clearing so I waited until 11 o'clock and got right through. Now I have something just for me to look forward to. It's nice to have that glimmering in my future.
February 23--Hans Baldung Grien, Portrait of a Lady. She looks like a child playing dress up. Her skin is as pale as milk and unblemished. No wrinkles mar the smooth perfection of her face. Her hair is drawn up in a silk snood and a flock of egrets gave their feathers to adorn her hat. Her father must have been wealthy or powerful to afford such extravagant clothing. Or maybe he spent all he had on her hoping she would snare a rich husband.
The February warm snap is over. A large mass of cold, rain, and snow are headed our way. It's okay. I have warm clothes and a rotten attitude. I'll be just fine.