A couple of pages I made last night, it feels very good.
Found this quote and thought it was perfect for beginning a new year.
And what does January hold? Clean account books. Bare diaries. Three hundred and sixty-five new days, neatly parceled into weeks, months, and seasons. A chunk of time, of life...those few first notes like an orchestra tuning up before the play begins.
Country Bouquet (1947)
Made this from a scrap piece of yarn...so much fun to wear. I love it!