It's a little gloomy here today, weather-wise. Not cold, but drizzly and damp.
There is thunder that rolls in the distance somewhere. The pavement is wet, although there hasn't been any rain. The cloud-filtered light is soft. Spring has sprung in these parts, and everything is covered with a lushy green, and speckled with lavenders and pinks and whites... red-buds, anyone? Pink dogwoods? The damp makes it all look even more lush. It's how I imagine Portland or Ireland must be, all the time... It's rather nice, but the sun will be nice to see again, too.
Rather than race home to catch up on work this morning, I detoured and make quick stops a two of my favorite thrifts. Sheets, check. Tablecloth, check. Embroidered pillowcases, check. All good stuff. I felt so lucky. Not at all dreary like the weather.
This milk glass bowl made it into my cart, too. My camera was having trouble focusing on it -- the bubbled sides were tricky, I guess. But I do think that for two bucks it is very pretty. The gal at the checkout counter told me she used to have one just like it, "so you know it's very old." *wink" Smile. (How the lilac got in that photo, I have no idea. They are persistent little things.)
Three different people asked me how much longer I had until the baby came, and when I said 8 weeks, they were each surprised it was that long. One followed it with "Well, I guess because you're so small everywhere else, it makes your belly seem So Big." Well, I guess I'm ok with that; it is the truth, really. I'm all of 5'2", and I have what looks like a basketball stuffed under my shirt, ready to pop.
Before I forget, I also found a gorgeous sky blue large cashmere cardigan. It has been mended in a few places, so I don't feel the least bit anxious about saying I plan to cut it up for something. I've read a variety of reports online about felting cashmere. From 'it can't be done' to 'easy as pie'. Any tips for a gal with a front loading washing machine (that uses very little water?) Should I do this
**** oooh. Here comes the rain. It's the pittery-pattery kind. I could totally go for a nap ****