tomorrow is another day.

Now where did I leave my pluck? I know it’s around here somewhere. Ever have one of those days (or so many in a row you barely recognize yourself any longer) where all your get up and go, your vim, vigor and, well, your pluck just got up a left the building? Well, I’m sick and tired of having those days.

It’s the first of September tomorrow (January 1? Yeah, that marks a new calendar year for sure, but to me the true “new year” has always and will always be in September).  Summer is, for all intents and purposes, over and Fall is just around the corner.  Back to school. Change of season. Fresh start. The nest is empty. The house is getting a fresh coat of paint. Primo has arrived by the bucket full, new colors, blends and pattern ideas are keeping me up at night (in a good way for sure) and, well, the boot and baking (perfect blueberry muffins indeed!) obsessions are in full swing.  Dare I say it? I’m thinking the pluck and vim was never totally gone, just misplaced for a little while – and I most definitely feel it making its way back to me.

Thanks for bearing with me…. wishing us all a fantastic Fall full of fresh starts and crisp happy days (so we can all wear some wonderfully cozy handknits, of course!).

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