red beginnings

15 01 2011

Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence

without the light you carry in our hand,
golden, which maybe others will not see,
which maybe no one knew was growing
like the red beginnings of a rose.

-from “Sonnet LXIX” (100 Love Sonnets: Cient sonetos de amor) by Pablo Neruda

After a long day of toddler wrangling and errand running, it’s funny how the small, quiet act of nail painting calms and relaxes everything.

nails as red as...YARN

The tensions of the afternoon fall away, my toddler is enthralled and wants to snuggle in my lap for an hour afterward. “Oh, mama,” he says quite seriously, chin and eyebrows all tucked low, “so pretty.” Even a tired mama can cherish a feminine compliment, ne?

For my Year of Lovely Things week 3 : Paint toenails red, red, red.

How red is that? About as red as some of the sweet things from my yarn & roving stash. Also about as red as cherries, but I thought that white duvet + Bebe + feet + bowl of cherries = disaster.

Clockwise from left: Misty Mountain Farm – Tussah Silk Top (Rapa Country); Brown Sheep – Lanaloft Bulky Handpaint (LL-18 Japanese Maple); Malabrigo Yarn – Sock (850 Archangel); Classic Elite Yarns – Giselle (4158 Alhambra); Malabrigo Yarn – Silky Merino (Rupestre 400)

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