Last Friday was so warm I didn’t have to light a fire in the studio, I just opened the windows and let the warm air in. So I wasn’t wearing my slippers either. When I came into the house, I looked at my sock, and this is what I saw. Well, I was just delighted!
Jon was good enough to take a picture, although he wasn’t as enthusiastic as I was.
I don’t think this is the kind of thing you can explain to anyone, ( I certainly can’t explain it) they either get it or they don’t. Is it just me, or does the idea of the threads of a days work randomly and rather beautifully stuck to a sock, strike a cord of wonder and delight?