Wherever there is light, look for the shadow.
The shadow is me. Anais Nin
The sky is as moody as I am, and my bones are slow to let go of the chill that settles in them. I try to commit the glorious colors and earthy smells to memory for another year but the winds and rains are so very quick to dull and mute them just as time is quick these days to dull and mute my memories.
Another month, and another death - that makes 8 in less than a year, including my beloved mum and Snowdog. I am running out of people to lose.
My thoughts and attentions have once again turned inward, and I bury myself in books and handwork. My hooking mojo is still on an extended walkabout, but I continue to manage to put a few stitches in.
My latest finish is "Shadows in the Night," a design by Theresa Meloon of Dulaney Woods Treasure.
{Stitched on 36ct "Straw" linen from Weeks Dye Works, 1 over 2, with some limited 1 over 1.}
{Right side motif}
The poor lighting made for poor photos again today - the linen color is much "richer," than than it is showing. The little pumpkin on top is make of velvet.
After taking the photos yesterday, I really noticed how wonky the "X's" on the top of the drum were. I ripped them out today and redid them. They're much better, but the light has gone and I am not re-doing the photos. You'll have to take my word for it.
Speaking of fading light, it's time I get back to my stitches...and shadows.
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Wishing all my Canadian friends a wonderfully blessed Thanksgiving.
