Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
another hat I knit this Xmas. I think hats and socks are my favorite things to knit. I just kinda winged it on the color amounts and decided as I went along how much to do of each and where to make stripes.