I felted a Snowman for my little Yule altar. I had fun. Until I started knitting a little scarf. You would think a scarf that small shouldn’t be a problem, but think twice. It took me 4 hours. This is to punish me for my aversion to knitting ;-). In the end, the scarf became… a collar. I heard it’s the fashion among snowmen this year. I’m so eager to start weaving, I believe it will definitely be “my thing”.
Meanwhile, it’s dark and it’s raining almost constantly. Of course, we go for walks, but I don’t even take my camera, it’s just too dark. It’s a very special atmosphere though. Very mysterious and otherworldly.
This is also where Lucy likes to lay down, partly on my legs, when I paint. There, she can spend hours just adoring me. I love her sweet presence, her dark sparkling eyes, her little graceful neck and her big punk ears. We have many nicknames for her. I often call her “my louloute”. My soulmate is most inventive, he calls her Poots, Pootie, Patooti, and it all started with “potato”.