French knots and such.

It all began because I needed a case for my new camera. And really, a cute blue camera deserves so much more than your run-of-the-mill black nylon pouch, don't you agree? So I decided to make one.

Now, I typically reserve the embroidery energy I have in my fingers for quilt patches, but I was feeling particularly crafty this weekend and decided to branch out. A friend was re-learning the french knot so that she could sew eyes on a ridiculously cute hand-knit bunny she was making as a gift and I thought I should join in the lesson. And then, something happened. I couldn't stop! I can't say I saw this coming, but I think I'm hooked on hand-work. It's incredibly relaxing (the perfect complement to a great night of TV) and, quite frankly, it reminds me of my mama.

Here's the result:


In other news, the photos below are for my dear cousin who lives in Southern California, a place that's quite lovely, but seriously lacking in colorful fall foliage. Here's a taste of Oregon in October.