november is blowing warm. the air is gentle, unlike the novembers i expect to brace myself against. edgar had his birthday yesterday. his eighth birthday. he shares his birthday with remembrance day. we took him to my parents place. it's his favorite spot to wander in the fields and around the naked gray trees and amongst the barns that have stood for almost 2 centuries. a lovely afternoon visit with my parents. soup with warm, fresh from the oven cornmeal and caraway crackers for lunch. a perfect sunday.
mr. rochester is completed and listed in my etsy shop. he and jane eyre are upstairs in bed together (hehe). they make a great couple. today i'm working my way through 'great expectations'. and we'll see what comes from dickens. i'm looking forward to miss havisham bursting her way into my studio in quilt form.