for some reason i always feel a sense of guilt for doing random things when i should be working on something specific, but rarely when i'm just comatose in front of the computer or TV. maybe it's the thinking that the little energy i have should be spent to accomplish something worthwhile. sharing surely makes things so, so here you are, a rose pattern copied from a vintage potholder, spotted over at fine little day. (i'm kind of inspired by the clover one as well.) the pattern is a nicely asymmetrical square and it goes something like this:
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besides filling in squares and toying with typing, i did bake rye & cheese scones with dried mushrooms and nettle, and wrote down some loose leaf recipes onto my cookbook. spring is on its way and i don't feel like going out at all with the stormy wind and glaring sunshine. most people seem to get really excited about it but i just want to crawl into a hole. it feels so treacherous, too much, too bright, too cruel.
