There is nothing pretty about my surroundings as of late. Nothing around that reminds me that it is I who live in this house. Only boxes. And packing paper. An errant tape gun.
No sewing projects. No knitting on the go. As a matter of fact, there is not a single shred of any creative processes at work around these parts.
My one shining light of distraction from the last few weeks was a trip to the stable where Hazel rides.
So. I give you these. Proof that there is a life during moving prep. And proof that I am still here. Eager to get back to this space....just a little more tape gun wrangling and I should be good.