Speculation

I wanted to take pics of this last night, but decided the color (dropping the "u" today - what can I say? I'm mercurial) would never survive the incandescent light. Side note: I love the word incandescent.

I've been relying on these little earflap hats all winter long because they fit under my helmet and because they keep me from getting frostbitten, wind-rushed ears. And because they're rather cute, though that's at least a tertiary consideration, if not whatever comes after tertiary.

The yarn is hand-dyed handspun "bulky" wool (really more of an aran), from here, color: etereo. By the muted daylight that we've got this morning (yeah, I'm using morning in quotes, but that's a given), the Nikon captured the color so accurately I didn't have to fuss with it at all.

Sometimes that camera surprises me, nailing subtleties like this but then having trouble with simpler, clearer colours. (went for the "u" that time; told you - mercurial)

Anyway, I don't adore the colour on me quite as much as I expected to, but it's still nice, and I find it hypnotic to look at by itself. As does Kitwich, apparently, since she would not let me photograph it without some part of her body on it.

She's a girl who knows what she wants. I'd say I don't, but that would be a lie. I know exactly what I want. I just never seem to quite get offered it. I get offered a sideways version of it; if what I want is a direct look, I get a sideways glance, a wink.

I am being metaphorical, darling.

And cryptic, probably.

I look sometimes at a piece of jumble, the scattering of objects on my coffee table at any given moment, for example, and think: can I show anybody this? I mean, that's pretty much how my life is, not to mention my tragically unvacuumed apartment.

I know that's how everybody's is, really. Well, not everybody's apartment, but everybody's heads.

Still and all, it's hard to tell how any of it would go. You can't tell from a kiss, for example, how the rest of it would be.

PS. Go read this; it's beautiful.