Let's see: a lacy shawl, a fading peony, a volume of poetry--yup, take the picture. Well, I love those peonies, that fuchsia color just makes everything look better, even if some of the petals are turning brown. Their season is so short, and there's always a gusty rainstorm just as they open their heavy blossoming heads, and I've barely had time to notice them before they're all lying in the dirt. Peony scent is so divine--does anybody out there know of a perfume that features peony? I can't think of one. Maybe it can't be captured.
This shawl is finished. This is the Simple Lines Shawl by Maanel (free pattern here) and it would have been a delight to work on if I had begun with the right needles and if the third ball of yarn hadn't fallen apart. Since my shawl wardrobe already includes at least three pieces in pretty much this same grayish blue color [too predictible? Everything matches? What's the point, really?] I had already made the design decision to use a different color for the lacy border, and I love the way this looks sort of Civil War Era, but also kind of modern. My dear friend Carolyn some years ago made a capelet of her own clever design in these two colors to great effect, and I have been thinking about it ever since. Let me tell you, it was a relief to get to that lacy border, too--coming to a cut yarn end every ten minutes was getting old. It looked like that skein of yarn had been bitten by a vampire; two uniform holes, cleanly sliced, going all the way to the center. Anyhoo.
Because it refuses to be summer here, and if I start in on that I will never stop, the wind was hollering and flapping the shawl for the photos and blowing my dress around too--thrifted chambray, in my own pattern, I really love those dresses. They fit like a dream, and feel like a nightie. Soon my closet will be filled with them and nothing else.
There's always one photo where I'm talking. Ha! Bossing the photographer around, no doubt, art directing the whole thing, trying to figure out which weedy patch of yard looks better. That back there is my mostly abandoned garden. I realized recently that even though I want to love gardening, and I think I am the kind of girl who should love gardening, and that I am living the kind of life that really should involve a bunch of gardening, that I do not enjoy it. I love a beautiful garden, but I actively hate gardening. So I'm buying this year's tomatoes from the farmer down the road, and will spend my weekends doing something else. Relief! The rabbits will be so disappointed.