life is oftentimes a curious mix of joy and sorrow.
on the one hand, we have soup. january is a celebration of soup, a happy procession of tortilla and black bean and zuppa toscana. last night was potato chowder, hearty and thick with cheese. i love giving soup to my kids (though they demonstrate less enthusiasm receiving it); it feels like the caloric equivalent of a sweater.
speaking of sweaters and happy, take a gander at little fien in dark grey melee, and this cable yoke jacket by cotton and cloud (aka Current Most Compelling Reasons to Take up Knitting in 2010).
also happy: we have a winner for monday's drawing. amanda mckinley, this is your lucky day. (and i even know amanda in real actual life, which is increasingly rare and also very fun.)
but then the sorrow.
sorrow takes shape in horror and aching and loss, both large scale and private, and grief has a way of knocking the breath from you. today, this week, i am sharply aware of the suffering of people dear to me, and i am so sorry.