I feel like one of Picasso's deconstructed women. Not completely, but partially - meaning some parts aren't where they're supposed to be and other parts have lost their symmetry. This seems to be an ongoing condition that started a few days ago when I learned about the terminal illness of someone dear to me since his birth. We haven't seen each other in many years, but that doesn't negate love. I noticed other symmetries this morning as I sat on the windless deck with my coffee and thought about him.
Residual energy from the giant full moon still keeps me awake at night and discombobulates the days. I haul myself to the coffee shop to work undisturbed in a neutral place, but discover that my powers of concentration aren't accessible and I might as well deep-six the To Do list and knit. I come home to mindfully and quietly wind the skein of Madelinetosh Prairie.
About lace designs in general, Thomas said:
Each unit is independent, but complementary to the other...equality of each must be a consideration in order to keep [the lace] under control