Sunset over St. John's. We go there every Wednesday evening for choir practice, and in the spring and fall the light is amazing. The windows inside are glowing in a way you never see on a Sunday morning. I've tried to capture those -- but would need to bring my big camera and don't think of it in the rush!
You would never know that this gorgeous church lacks a plaza, but instead faces a huge brick building right across the street. In fact, there is very little room around it at all. Like many Catholic churches in New England, it's shoehorned in a side street, away from the stately Protestant churches that have elbow room on the town green.
A friend says that as soon as one person starts talking about a new sofa, you all start thinking about how you need a new sofa. I can't say that I did right away, but suddenly it dawned on me that my sofas were getting old, shabby, and terminally dirty.
I plan on a bigger before/after post with a long discussion of all this, but for now let me just say I am happy with my newly upholstered, neutral, and sturdy sofas! (There's another, identical one out of sight on the right.) They go with my Roman shades, and I love them!
The other day I looked over at one of the den windows that faces the deck and saw this -- it's on the screen and the window:
Outside you see this:
You might not be able to see how the purple trail goes from top left to bottom right (the inside photo, above, is from the other side of the right-hand window):
Bridget says that she heard a noise as of a bird smashing into the wall, and looked up and thought she saw blood! Will pointed out the purple -- is it poke-berry juice?
Was it fermented??
Because someone's guidance system was off, way off!
The other day I decided to re-organize my knitting. Why is knitting, a very simple activity, so very difficult to keep orderly? Needles are hard enough, but circular needles throw in that extra little modicum of chaos. And there is always just yarn spilling out of everywhere.
Sometimes people leave comments that make me think that they think I'm super on top of things. I had to laugh when I finally faced up to this:
This is a project of a sweater present for the Chief, using some nice Shetland wool I got on deep discount. But I was never really sure of the pattern, or the suitability of the yarn/needle combination. It's taken me about two years to admit that it's a mess, and that those three pieces -- two sleeves and part of a body, with their individual balls of wool -- scrambled themselves into a real problem.
It took all of re-watching Conspiracy Theory to untangle it.