"We’re house hunting," my husband told a passerby as I stopped to take a picture. And then, to me, "watch where you step, there are needles everywhere."
I’ve been working so much lately that I thought it’d take me a week to ease into my vacation. Not so. A day in and I was lying on the floor in my parents’ library, dreaming. I love that room. (I’ve always loved a little chaos - so much to look at, so much to see.)
I’m not sure whose pieces those sculptures are. My step father collects as much as he creates.