White rabbits! It's June. Already.

 

Though you might not think so, looking out

Here's Sanae Ishido's take

The lavender doesn't care about the cool, because yesterday's heat already set up the blossom

Almost in bloom, and a couple of neighbors will soon get their annual bunch of lavender to enjoy, bake with, put in linen closet, whatever they like.

Too hot to get out yesterday, so the Sock Ministry benefited, with the finishing of pairs thirteen and fourteen,

and the start of pair fifteen

The light color is a kind of very pale icy green, pleasing against the black wool merino.

Speaking of women's abilities, here's a great one, throwing shade as well as celebrating an achievement

And, on the reading front, here's a regular entry in my mailbox

This is just the latest, in a stream of great thinking and listening. Well worth subscribing (free) to get this content.

Today your humble blog writer is pretty content, despite all, hoping for better, protecting our hearts from breaking, doing what we can in our own little lives to lift each other up.

                        AC

Wabi sabi, what's revealed by the holes

Serendipity rules. Last evening I was reading, and noticed for the umpteenth time the holes and busted sleeve seams on my jacket. 

It's cashmere, used to be a v-neck sweater till I cut down the front to make it a jacket and get a lot more use from it. And I scored it about fifteen years ago at the thriftie.

So I thought, well I fancy a couple of minutes stitching, why not do an embroidered wabi-sabi repair? Where the idea is a lovely obvious repair celebrating the passage of time and wear on this favorite piece. Two minutes to find a big needle and a bit of crewel yarn.

A bit hinky but best I could do last night. Now it's something I like to put on instead of sighing about the holey bits.

And this morning I noticed another nice cashmere cardi in need of tlc.

A glance at the label tells you it's not in my retail range. A thriftie find, as all my cashmere is. So that will happen today. 

And here's where the serendipitous part comes in. I discovered this online magazine of thoughtful essays, this morning, the first being a long and enlightening musing on the holes in life and what they reveal.

From the pinpricks in the paper drawing used in Renaissance and medieval frescoes, to transfer the image to the wall surface, a technique still used in tailoring to this day, to the deliberate omission of whole groups of people from the dominant arc of history - white, straight, male.  Holes are significant and meaningful. And they lead you to find what's missing and honor it.

It's all noted in a great narrative flow well worth your reading. Free subscription. I've signed up. So much to digest here.

And when people ask why you decided to embroider that odd place on your sleeve, you explain: it's where the holes were!