there is something so wonderful about our tuesday afternoon/early evening trips to the farmer's market. i love the routine and rhythm of the market. i love knowing the vendors and participating in their life story by returning again and again to their booths. i keep seeing this yarn stacked in a wooden crate. i want some. i want it to fill one of my beautiful baskets in the studio waiting for the perfect use. i want to hold it. i want to look at it in it's beauty. i'm caught. the color, texture, and love that is seen here catches me just so.