I tend to sketch my life as it happens.
With a plump gentle snow floating over my windshield last night & past my windows today, my pen conjured up this cozy Irish Wool sweater while my knife & spoon conjured up a savory beef lentil vegetable soup.
A Celtic Clannad-esque soundtrack flowing through my Sunday like a Gaellic ribbon, all that’s left to do is warm the crusty bread & stoke the fire.
Welcome, wool.
m wood pen 