Inundated

Did I mention that my energy seems to turn inward when it snows? Into my home, into my family, into my heart. And this blizzard is no exception. Even as the storm was moving in, I was in a flurry of activity-- cleaning my house from top to bottom after dark on Friday night as my family, poor things, watched in wide-eyed surprise. And yesterday my energy seemed to grow as I worked in little projects here and there. And as the shortest day of the year, the Winter Solstice, comes upon us tomorrow, the energy around these sacred interior workings seems to be even stronger, carving out a space in my life where there is creativity, activity, motion, even in these homebound days of winter.

So here are my projects, in the order pictured:
* A coffee cozy for a woman that I love more than words. It's supposed to be for take out cups from the coffee shop, but works just as well with an old fashioned mug. Thanks for the inspiration, Kyrie-- as always, a project that is fun, cute, and doable.
* My third vest taking shape and nearing completion hopefully in time for Christmas morning. I must say, my fingers have become accustomed to the motion of knitting. Addictive, to say the least.
* And Annie, font of creative ideas, can my birdie please join your flock? Although, I must ask-- how did you do the bottom of your owls? I gave up on the cardboard stand and just hemmed mine together, but I imagine there must be a way to make it look a little more "done."

And there's still energy for shoveling snow, which, did I mention, there seems to be a lot of? A true snowfall in Virginia. My Boston-longing heart is happy.