neglected… the right, that is.
i can remember the exact day the veil of sadness landed over me like a sheet of dust lace, and i’ve lived under it for 25 beautiful years. i’ve belly laughed and smiled and wailed and floated on the still waters of contentment under it. how funny - the way we can adapt. i never realized how dark it was underneath until i finally lifted that sheer veil back and let the sun meet my eyes at full strength.
pattern: burton bear cowl by the velvet acorn
some days are dreamy whispers… and most nights i wake myself with my out loud murmurs.
pattern: fisherman’s pullover by veera valimaki