At last, the yellow ladies have come out to play:
The daffodil is not a meltingly frail flower. She has crisp, assertive posture and attitude - she may be ruffly, but she commands her own space and laughs at the wind.
Clearly, my yellow phase is going to carry on a little longer.
While tromping through fresh snow to the post office, I came across this hopeful little cluster tucked away in a secluded corner.
Perfect for the new archive project - I have been craving colour rather desperately of late.
I have several projects in the finishing stages this week, and I am so excited about the way they are turning out. Here's a quick peak at one in progress (remember the pod sketches?)
Grey. Grey grey grey grey grey. Ashen, murky, somber, dusky, leaden, dusty, mousy, mushy, nebulous, lackluster, monotone, indistinct, flat, fuzzy, lightless, bleary, overcast, misty, dour, vague, vaporous.
It's enough to make you crazy for a little orange.
(Shamelessly duplicate posted from my knitting blog because... Just Because.)
I am still more than a little drained from the (successful) weekend, so today will be largely eye candy. I went stash diving for a badly needed jolt of colour to assuage the endless slushy grey of the last few weeks.
First: a little strand of Mexican fire opal to warm up the muse.
Some fabulously intense apple-green chrysoprase:
Chrysocolla - reminds me of the earth from orbit (except for the square thing, of course.)
Shaded prehnite, looking tantalizingly like spring.
That feels better. With any luck, I'll have some new work to show off this week!
