In September at Fiber College some friends and I dyed yards of silk in Mason jars. The scarf here has not been hemmed yet; I plan to cut it and rearrange the pieces into a long scarf, and maybe treat the edges to a big bold running stitch. I think. In the meantime I enjoy it as is -- it holds fond memories for me.
My sleeveless shirt has armholes that cover me well, both in the front and the back.
The pin is from my Grandmother Fay -- I unearthed a few pieces of her costume jewelry in cleaning the family barn.
Jeepers, I love pins.
Here's dreaming of summertime boat rides on the lake, toes in the sand, a drink with a straw, good company and a warm midday breeze.