there it is.
my first sweater.
the cuffs and bottom
are in the same pattern at the neck:
deeply ribbed and a bit flared.
it is a bit of a funny picture, but I really like the neckline.
A little bit puffy, too big, but good.
This next little chunk of words is extracted from an outgoing email that I just wrote, feeling expressable. I wish I could engage in such good nice connection more often, and with the people I love all over out there.
A snapshot, a one sided affair:
I sure do miss the ocean landforms, the ocean ecology, the ocean west coast aesthetic. ( That word even looks good.)
We were talking about ocean landforms in Geography last night, and I ached for Cortes.
Life is strange, no?.
-who you meet, who you are, how people react to you.
So university part time,
which is great. I am loving the stretching of my head,
of gaining the tools I could sense that I was missing.
Money is fucking stressful though.
I was working today, in Guelph. In the best little flowershop in
the area. A big area. It is really great to work there.
flowers and planters, eve candy, things looking good and fresh, alive sweet.
The girls there- Kelli, 33, rehead, gorgeous, hardworking funny straightup grounded, and her sidekick, trusty Fun Sara, with brains to back her looks, little brunettte with side ponytails.
Yeah, I like it.
In school and on the bus, I knit.
I knit the sweater I am wearing. It is the color of arbutus bark.
I knit one armwarmer, heathered beige and ornately cabled.
Kelli loves it. She said I could sell them, and I think I could. Could I?