Celebrating Spring

Most of my knitting time was spent making something that I can't share here yet, but I did go to a few classes and make a few things not of the stringy type. First was a delightful class at Bella Vita making mantra bracelets - delightful in that it was really fun to be out doing things with other people, and also I had a table of lovely people to consult and swap beads with.

The kids and I made beaded bracelets as part of my spring break craft camp/use up all the craft kits we've accumulated project. The beads I got at Argenta Bead Company, and they had some lovely options! I ended up having to choose a color theme as a way of narrowing down my options.

I have accepted that I am a forager and supporter of others' gardening and growing abilities, but someone in a Discord server I'm a part of shared this recipe and I am capable of putting eggs and bacon on frozen puff pastry, so I did these for a first day of spring brunch. They turned out delicious!

Also not knitting was a little water color workshop at Bella Vita. My forest reflection could use some practice, but it was fun to try!

Knitting I can show you is this Loving Color pull down cowl that I'm hoping to finish in time to wear on a trip at the beginning of April. I originally got the yarn for something else, but saved it and this seemed like a better use. As I near the end, I'm glad I made the choice that I did. I'm using more of the yarn in this project, and I believe I'll use this more too.

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Reading and Writing

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