of red velvet gloves.
you would think that they
might be from my life before wee ones
(kids & red velvet don’t get along),
but they were a gift that i
specifically asked for
just this past Christmas.
because i really
like pretty things.
i have a 5 yr old and a 4 yr old
both often covered in goo-
mud to bubble soap to peanut butter and jelly sandwich crumbs,
a teething one yr old (think drool in lots of crazy places),
and a sweet 11 yr old who inherited my general clumsiness.
so ‘the good stuff’ at my house is up high or secured inside the china cupboard…
i like plain old rocks.
i like beach rocks and
broken sidewalk rocks
and even gravel when it glitters in the sunlight.
if i go someplace special, i tend to bring home a rock.
but they feel real to me-
solid, strong and substantial.
i even have a few special ones with
crystalline growths in them from a small
island in maine and from my bass player’s wedding.
now tomorow, knitcircus will release their summer issue.
is a pattern that marries
these two pieces of my life
(the fragile but pretty things and
the sturdy things that carry their own weight) seamlessly together
doesn’t love nearly
anything without seams?