fall

it can change a season overnight.



i have so little time but i've been itching to try out some new wool pieces: merino leggings, circular scarves (modeled below), a new dress fusing recycled wool and vintage fabric, a sideways cardigan...suddenly, it feels like the sales are just around the corner, but who am i kidding: nothing makes sense at midnight.
so i will eat lemon yogurt and go to bed.

Last night and the night before there was a harvest moon, full and low on the horizon. Looking out into the night from the front porch with our elbows deep in tomato juice, I said to Brett "I guess this is why they call it harvest"

finished jars
ripening pears
jewelry sitting on the counter while i work on the canning dishes
more tomatoes

holiday

a week at the cottage with an everyday-dip-in-the-lake (or long languishing swim). it felt like luxury. or necessary when i think back on it now that i'm in this hot city again.
there was also time to draw up some ideas for the swap poster (more on that later); post upcoming events on the website; start a new knitting project (a raglan pullover with the softest of soft yarns); work on some mending; and once we were home again, try out the new photo studio (with camera installed on tripod and backdrop ready!)






but the best part will have to wait. i finished knitting my cardigan (hence the new project) and once i've sewn in the seams and blocked it, i'll be eager to show it off. even in the heat of august.

settling

some spaces i'm trying to build into inspiring places, as we begin to make this house our home, and some that are growing on me all on their own.

my sewing room

canning shelves
sunroom window

Eily's craft space


a view from the stairs coming up

oh my!

they may not be wild, but these berries pretty much take the cake (or maybe make it?). i vow to eat large amounts just as they are instead of deliberating on how many will go into jam or into the freezer.

Another piece in a new line of shirts I've been slowly working on:

And a remnant of our evening walk through the neighbourhood, the marigold a gift from Eily: