(For some lovely background music, click the arrow at left – takes a moment to start…) Lately, as the Midwest air is warming and teasing Chicago, I’m affected by all things Spring. Everywhere you look, the trees are covered in flowers and there is the promise that much more is coming. This effect hasn’t been lost on even the more hard-hearted and for a softie like me, well, just call me sentimental.
Every once in awhile in the middle of the night, I wake up and can’t get back to sleep. Living in a big, big city, there’s all sorts of night noises that can come calling. They land in the subconcious poking the fight or flight until one gets their wits back. What you see above is my antidote to what can be a startling moment in time.
Maybe you can help me figure it out. Not talking about the big piece of knitting on top, that’s just a half-finished Cerisara back I started in Felted Tweed and have put on hold now that it’s getting warmer. I like looking at it though, especially the provisional cast on, so there it hangs.
Not talking about the house-shaped post-it below, either.
Those are the notes for a sleeve I was knitting a few weeks ago. I like to lounge around in the evenings knitting and watching movies and that was my short-hand to avoid expending any energy to pick up the pattern and read it.
No, what I want to know is where exactly is this house? I took this picture in 1995, the first time I went to Paris. Isn’t it lovely? I am so very charmed by the gate, by the blue, by the geraniums. The cobblestones make me trip into time and if there was anywhere I could live right now it would be there. I go there often in the middle of the night, turn on the light, walk into that courtyard and somehow feel safe and happy.
But I have no idea what the address is. Anybody recognize this?