Knit one, purl two, breathe...




Sometimes life can become a little overwhelming and often during these times my sketchbook remains unopened. 

The other day, I ran down to the beach for the sunrise, started a painting collage of Butterbean one of the Hard-boiled Hens down the street and then there is my 89 year old mom…here for one more week. 

I usually get in a 4 mile run and often yoga and then at the end of the day, I knit. I believe that the act of knitting is downright meditative. It is a way to knit myself back together and then I will sketch.


Knit one, purl two, breathe...