Meanwhile, a piece of paper that started out painted with dark splotches of magenta, blue and purple became this
I just can't do pale. Just can't. The rooms in my house are pastel but I can't make pastel paintings or quilts. Go figure.
The knitting is coming along. Two
squares rectangles finished (the second has to be bound off but the pattern calls for a larger needle and I am not going out to the studio or the store in this weird, icy, windy cold weather to get one.) This is my introduction to short rows and to yarn that varies not only color but also thickness. I am learning; old dogs can learn new tricks, even if slowly.
Today's shoes and socks and yesterday's. Don't the stripes remind you of someone who lived in OZ? The LAND of OZ, not Australia. Today's seem rather ordinary. Especially if you have ever seen a blue cheetah!