Today I'm thankful for my Granny's blanket: the vibrancy of the colours on a bleak winter morning; the way curls of mohair twist out into the world; featherlight yet it knows the language of warmth.
(Have you heard that I'm giving away a book this month for my birthday? Get in the draw! Find out how here.)
fog
21 hours ago






Very beautiful musings on something precious and personal!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Gemma. Good to see you here :)
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