
Here is a new image of my sewing room window sill. The Sucrets box is one I inherited from my Grandma Testa. She used to keep her bobbins in it and it still contains one that she wound when she still walked this earth. I treasure the box. It is quite dented and is rusting. Do they even make metal boxes of Sucrets anymore? (i think they do.)
There is a tarot card (Strength) that David gave me a few months back, a pewter frog, some glass charms... stuff that makes me happy.

This morning I woke with vim and vigor. I'd bought a copy of the Studios issue of Cloth, Paper, Scissors which has an article about pin cushions...
which put a bee in my bonnet.
I need about 2 more of these in different sizes.

And sock progress(?) I have ripped this sock three times and am very proud to say so. I've decided I like knitting and ripping is an aspect of knitting, so, well. Sometimes you have to rip back. The first sock I tried to knit with this yarn was too difficult for my attention span, the second, I cast on too many stitches and didn't figure it out till I was about 5" into it. Oh well. This sock is the charm.