Blueberries at the local farm.
My mum makes me breakfast, Margaret Thatcher style: piece of toast and a soft boiled egg.
Crayons, drawing. More from the summer early morning project here.
Winding some of the most gorgeous sock yarn. I only ever want to work with this. More from the early morning summer project here.
Getting back into the knitting game with swift speed; coffee, porch, master sock design–toe up, afterthought heel.
I’ve always loved the way my feet feel with really cold tile underfoot. Even in winter. But this is summer; it still feels good. More from the early morning summer project here.
Early morning road trip alone to New Hampshire, results in quick stop for a coffee, how I always do.
French toast breakfast made for me by the glorious r.r. Many thanks abound.
Sketching all morning, listening to new tunes. (more early morning project photos here)
Messy bed. Early rising. Beach day.
Provisional cast on and odd way knitting, always best when fresh in the early morning.
Reacquainted with my love for Homer, I am convinced this is what heaven looks like.