I have a dirty little affair going on with the Pacific Northwest.
To be honest, our chemistry is more like a slow burn; not a hot-and-heavy romance. Northern California is nothing if not cold-shouldered, unpredictable, petulant, moody. At first I found these moods off-putting, frustrating, wildly incongruent to my expectations. I spent a year mostly sulking, somewhat avoiding her.
It was not love at first sight.
But. She is infectious, Northern California. She gets under your skin.
And now. It's love.
I mean, how could one resist? What a lady of mystery, what a wild and unruly place. Just look at that fog, those cliffs, those little white ghosties all marching in a line. Be dark and stormy all you want, California. I love you anyway.
Despite the look of these photos, it has been outrageously sunny and beautiful here the last week or so. I must admit I have been keeping these from you. But I was hoping to do more posting about progress. On the project front, that is. Sadly, much to the dissatisfaction of the me from last post, that past me, the current me is not keeping her promises. I have no new enticing textile photos to share with you. Shameful.
1.) started a new knitting project (with two works-in-progress still on needles)
2.) neglected returning emails (I haven't forgotten you! I promise!)
3.) and the winner, I cut quilt top pieces incorrectly multiple times last night before giving up. Such is the danger of making up your own proportions for quilting - there is a lot of math involved. And I actually like math. But hypotenuses + seam proportions = not late night friendly.
What can I say? Apparently I am easily distracted and a slacker.
Blame it on my beautiful surroundings.