Carry Me Free

"This constant yearning
For great love and learning
For the wind to carry me free"

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Morgan le Fay (1920) by Christian Waller

Her Beasts by Christer Karlstad “See! sweet and sound she sleeps in granny’s bed, between the paws of the tender wolf.”  “The Company of Wolves” from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories by Angela Carter


I finished up the quilt for my husband’s nephew-to-be this weekend. I’m already mentally planning the next one. 




Autumn in Paris



falling through lost spaces | An Autumn Mixtape A mixtape for autumn days just on the cusp of winter. For the cold blue skies and swirling leaves right before the icy bite of the darkest months.  Are We There Yet // Ingrid MichaelsonHolocene // Bon IverReunite // IsbellsThe Wolves // Ben HowardHo Hey // The LumineersLost in My Mind // The Head and the HeartGirl From the North Country // Bob DylanBirds of a Feather // The Civil WarsEverybody Knows (Leonard Cohen) // Holly Figueroa O’ReillyScarlet Tulip // KT TunstallBones & Skin // MirahLitost // Ambassadors |Listen| {Notes: Cover photo by Poppy Green}

Just the place to bury a crock of gold,” said Sebastian. “I should like to bury something precious in every place where I’ve been happy and then, when I was old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.
Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh



I took a break from everything else I should be working on to make a Chu Totoro needle case. I had been using my bedding and/or clothes to keep my pins in while I sew, which was proving to be rather hazardous. 



Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
George Eliot

(Source: autumnfever)



I had a preview of the flowers for my wedding this week: white roses, ranunculus and grape hyacinths, with white hydrangeas added for my bouquet. They were just as beautiful as I had hoped. 

All ripens, then rots, that sprang in such hope.
So the year passes on through its series of yesterdays,
and winter comes round again, as nature demands,
ever the same.’
Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
Translated by Bernard O’Donoghue