6:38 p.m.

Looking Up, 2013

Today was all mine. I worked in the morning. I had my hair cut. I sat alone at a marble table and ate a tartine. I walked along Lovers' Lane. I worried. I felt lucky. I made lists. I felt a sudden craving for pretzels and bought some. I finished a book.

Weekend Project

Drop Stitch Cowl, 2013

Close to instant gratification.

The author of the pattern* says any super bulky yarn will do. So why not knit one for yourself or someone you like?

Thanks for the inspiration, Leslie.

*I substituted a size 15 16"circular needle for the 20" noted in the pattern. Also, I did not YO twice in my YO rows, just once, making my fit more snug than the loose fit you'll see in the pattern link.

Like an Old Boyfriend

A Different Vision, 2012

After weeks without, I drank my once familiar cappuccino. It looked beautiful and tasted delicious, but I had changed.

By Herself

Noticing, 2013

This quiet morning has me thinking of an excerpt from Virginia Woolf's To the Lighthouse, knitting, and a disconcerting dream I had last night. I'm sure the dream was inspired by Rebecca Lee's short story, Bobcat. I'd rather forget the dream, but the story was excellent.

Sunday Gratitude

El Presidio Real de San Francisco, 2013

An early morning walk.
Olive toast topped with soft scrambled eggs and close to caramelized red Shishito peppers and onions.
Squinting sunflowers in a Ball jar.

If you have not tasted soft scrambled eggs, you should. 
Here's a recipe.