It’s grey skies over grey winter sidewalks here. The world feels secretive, muted. I got a single ball of lavender and silver yarn, Berroco Captiva in Orchid.
It’s primary purpose was as a string for this silver bird skull bead.
A little gloomy, maybe, but this is the early December. The bare bones of the world are showing: dead grass and hibernating tree. There’s no fluffy snow, just windchill.
The festive atmosphere will set in with the snow, I’m sure. But for now, things feel mysterious and muted and grey. It has its own beauty.