These vividly colored backpacks were a joy to behold outside my grandson's CA fifth grade classroom. In my day we carried a dull and practical plaid bookbags with a leather strap
3 Beautiful Things
1. First message on my cell phone this morning was a quick text - "arrived London safely. Love."
I can picture my son hurrying down the jetway at Heathrow, Blackberry in hand, tapping out messages to his wife, kids, parents, and others who were waiting for word. I love technology. I am sold on texting. Communication is everything.
2. Early morning coffee with Jim at Einstein's.
Well, that's two - one more to go. I am looking for the good, the beautiful, the up-lifting.
3. That's a nice #3 Granny Sue left on the "comments" - appreciate it.
3a. And - its a beautiful and heart warming thing when your daughter will take the time to listen and talk you through a bout of writer's block on a new story. Ran down my cell phone battery.
Loose Ends
That about sums it up.
More than a dozen years ago I took a free-form knitting class taught by a woman named Marcia. She was a knitting free spirit. Forget patterns, just hand her needles, a basket of yarn ends and let her loose. Color sketching with strings of color and texture. I love it.
I am very grateful to Marcia for showing me it does not have to be exactly "by the book."
Ofcourse there is a down-side. Thanks to Marcia's inspiration I have drawers filled with single balls of color or texture and a vast and vivid collection of yarn ends. All in my closets.
Now tell me, can you just toss those possibilities aside?
2 comments:
3. your beautiful blog with it's simple yet laden posts. Thank you.
I always claim I will use those odd bits of yarn in afghans. I've been working on one for ages which has anywhere from 2 stitches to half a row in a given yarn.
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