This meme was floating around recently, and I forgot I had never posted my mosaic. I really loved how it turned out, so I'm sharing it now. Click through to Flickr for the photo credits. If you'd like to play too, here are the instructions:
* Type your answers to each of the questions below into Flickr Search
* Using only the first page, pick an image
* Copy and paste each of the URLs into the mosaic maker
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What do you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One word to describe you.
12. Your Flickr name.
Other than number five, which is obvious, can you guess my answers?
Knitting is still slow around here, and still no photos of finished things. Soon. I've been reading a lot and enjoying the late summer season. The time from mid August through the end of October is my absolute favorite time of the year. Cooler weather, fresh tomatoes, dahlias, dewy mornings, early fall color changes, ripe blackberries, even the masses of orb-weaving spiders all remind me that autumn is coming.
Mina and I had a perfect farmer's market morning on Saturday. We bought sandwiches and sat on a bench to eat - heirloom tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, pesto, aioli and balsamic reduction on mine, fresh ground peanut butter and local jam on hers - and watched the bustle around us. An elderly woman with a Russian accent walked slowly over to tell Mina how beautiful she was. A group of four young men stood near us and began singing old love songs a cappella, harmonizing perfectly. A girl with a black dress, red cowboy boots, and an old fashioned bicycle talked to a guy with a top hat munching handfuls of arugula from a bag. An old man watched the singers, his face filling with nostalgia, happy and sad at the same time, and I started crying behind my sunglasses. Mina, always hyper-alert to my moods and thoughts, got upset and crawled into my lap just as the four singers got down on their knees to serenade a woman in a wheelchair holding a bouquet of dahlias and bells-of-Ireland. A group had gathered to hear the singing, everyone smiling, laughing, and filling the hat with five dollar bills. We wandered off to buy our vegetables and a bouquet of dahlias, my favorite flowers.
We typically go to the used bookstore after the market, but that day we stopped at Northwest Handspun instead, and I got all the information I needed to choose a loom. (Yes, a loom! I'm hoping, very very soon, to order a 32" Kromski Harp folding rigid heddle loom.) Sunday was another good day. We played in the pouring rain in our nightgowns in the morning, visited the bookstore in the afternoon, and had a late lunch sitting in the cafe with our new books. Around these things, I read a lot, knitted a little, and enjoyed feeling quiet. I hope your days have been nice, too.