September first was an excellent day for sewing outside. I spent most of the afternoon hand stitching in Prospect Park. I should do it more often, it’s always lovely. I worked on owls and finished a new songbird.
The lambs in pants came too, they read, explored, drank sweet tea and napped all afternoon, the way lambs like to (P.S. the tiny quilt was a gift – it’s spectacular – thank you CP!).
On the way out of the park I wanted one more photo – the lamb with his book and satchel. The little yellow satchel is special – I love it and it was my plan to never part with it. When I looked for it among my bags of packed up things it was nowhere. I searched furiously, unpacking everything and realized it was officially gone. Out in the world all alone. It was breezy, it had been quite a while since I packed up and I was far away from where I had been sitting so it seemed pretty hopeless. Walking back to the original spot seemed like a waste of time and I was already late. But I did it anyway. And there it was. Undisturbed on the grass under the tree looking especially tiny. It was a tiny satchel miracle.
Wishing you a lovely weekend and a Happy September,