11.27.2010

 {Knitted Slouchy Hat}

Writing doesn't come to me naturally. It would appear that alot of things don't. I consistently find myself foraging for words to articulate myself with; staring at blank pages & marvelling at mans ability to construct coherent sentences so effortlessly. I dwindle under the great awe of people who use words as we breathe air & think that if I were a Boojum and could "Softly and suddenly vanish away" rather than pale into insignificance beside them - my life would be far better because of it.