Finally, my camera and I are in the same place as the sun.

That happy accident came about only because I led a discussion about creation myths over the weekend, and it filled my noggin to bursting.  So I had to leave work at lunch time and come home to decompress.  Which allowed me to be in my living room while the sun was in the sky–that’s not a common occurrence these days.

And before you say it, yes, Muse-induced migraines are soooo last-millenium.  Whatever–call me old-fashioned.  I won’t deny it.  After all of the discussions of Athena–birthing and Ilmatar’s 700-year plus Väinämöinen-producing, Earth-creating pregnancy, I’m feeling damn fortunate to only experience some head-pain associated with artistic creation.

Scott’s sweater, in the corrected stripey pattern.

And the growing blanket, looking particularly fetching in dappled light.

This is proof of how a badly injured clown can be rehabilitated.  Ground-up-clown brand yarn, post-surgery:

So much better without the garish bits.

And this . . . dammit I need to know what it is.  A few friends have been kind enough to give me their leftover sock yarns.  Rachel sent a huge pile of goodness (befriend Rachel and get her to make you socks if at all possible.  She has very good taste in yarn).  This hazy blue  . . . I love this hazy blue.  I think I love it enough to make a circus tent out of it.

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