I’ve been quiet but here are postcards from the last few months:
Recently I had coffee in Queen Anne with a friend of a friend: A lady a few decades older than me who lost her husband during the pandemic. She was a feisty and interesting, focusing her time on solo traveling, quilting, reading and crochet. When she travels she long-distance walks, like 500 miles at a time, across entire countries, by herself. Amazing. After coffee we walked to the local bookstore and I picked up The Correspondent. It’s definitely in my top five favorite books. So masterfully written. If you haven’t read it, don’t miss it.
Josh is now a scuba diver. He’s been spending his winter weekends in the cold water of the Puget Sound, racking up certifications, basking in the peace of the sub-aquatic. I can’t explain what it’s like to see him come alive with this new love. (You will never find me at the bottom of the sea, but I am so, so happy he loves it there.)
We’ve hosted our first few guests of the year and I can think of none more perfect than Carrie and Halee to visit the little apartment in our studio. When everything in our life is new and unknown, nothing feels more solid than these relationships that have stretched decades. And how fun it is to show people this place we’re absolutely in love with!
Recently I took a sewing class at a darling little fiber art studio not far from us. Walking into a shop filled with rainbow walls of yarn is as comforting as it is to walk into an independent bookstore. It’s been so fun to take classes. I continue to be astounded by the ease in which I can talk to strangers in Seattle. People are friendly and open, it’s so refreshing, so different. And isn’t my sweater perfect? Excuse me while I obsess over every color of French Terry so I can make more.
I was made for the cold ocean. Everything about bundling up against the winter sea appeals to me. It hasn’t been all that cold here, but I’ve loved being in the PNW in this season. Walking the beach, learning to live in the rain, seeing that some kind of flower is always blooming, starting everything fresh and new–it’s all magic.
