There's a pretty-in-pink piece of neglected knitting . . .
and this warm, wooly, would-be sweater as well.
Are you familiar with Stephanie's blog entitled Millefeuilles? She lives in France, does such lovely knitting, creates whimsical hares, and weaves wonderful stories with her words.
There are books to read; these two were recommended by a dear friend who has a poet's soul. 
The title of this book mocks me, yet I plan to give it another try. Any fault does not lie between its covers, but with my fingers.
I have a long way to go to develop Claudia's talent for crocheting, evident south of the border at Mockingbird Hill Cottage.
Before I try to learn that new skill, there is bread to bake . . .
and, perhaps tomorrow, banana bread or muffins will follow.
Of course, there is always a frightful-looking closet to be organized, including the one that houses yarns, paints, fabrics and other assorted bits and pieces.
Then, there is decision to be made about whether I will try to design some Christmas cards. I made cards, for the first time, a few months ago and enjoyed the project.
I'd also like to dust off the sewing machine and try making a rag doll.
Just because.
After enjoying, for some time, the fresh, fabric (and yarn) creations on the English blog, Helen Phillips, it's time for me to play.
Wish me luck, please, with these homey pastimes. As the cold days envelop my small, warm home, I want to read thoughtful ideas, prepare good food, and know the pleasures of creativity that are second nature to so many of you.
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