Today I’m thinking about yarn and years. Birthdays and beauty and the work of hands and days. Lines on my face and lines on a page, rows and words and love.
This shawl isn’t perfect. It’s not even really the right pattern, in places.
But it is mine, every stitch. Every mistake, all melted together to make something unique and beautiful.
This life, my life, is so good. I’m so happy to be here, surrounded by love and joy to light up the occasional darkness, filled with more silliness than sadness, and lucky enough to be right here with all of you. ❤️