"there is nothing
half so pleasant as
coming home again."
-margaret elizabeth sangster
in the midst of a flurry of rust dyeing for new projects and my new etsy store, i find myself drawn to my collection of wip's and ufo's. not in melancholic yearning, but as drawn to old friends whom i've not seen in a long time.
there is a comfort in knowing they are there. waiting. ready to pick up where we left off. harboring the glowing embers of fond memories. memories that rise with open arms and envelope you in a warm sense of home.
it's heartening to know these friends are there. will be there. whenever needed. even when they are temporarily misremembered...