Let’s go with the optimism of calling a cold yet sunny day “spring”. I spent the morning spring cleaning my written works, making a spot for the many iterations of completed poems, consolidating piles of works in progress, gleaning rough notes for gems, starting some new pieces. Now to exercise the other side of my brain (right? left? as a leftie I am always confused by such dichotomies) I will arrange my bouquet of origami cranes for placement in my Peace/War assemblage.
Vintage dress and coat, recently repaired by me, from The Northumberland Players Costume House. Vintage gloves from my mother’s collection. Vintage physiognomy, my own.