We are among the 25% of people in the US without terrible winter weather. Nevertheless, it has been very changeable here lately, the skies recomposing minute by minute.
Even a bit of sunshine breaking through.
Indoors, my Monstera continues to surprise me. I've discovered that the toothed leaves emerge in a very special way: tightly furled, like cigars, not like the plain ones. It's so much fun to watch them. It takes about five days for one of these to emerge fully.
When I'm not watching my Monstera, I'm doing wardrobe building. Here's the finished pullover, assembled from narrow strips from the narrow loom. The asymmetry is perhaps not pronounced enough, leading one to think the arrangement is accidentally lopsided. I think the next time I will be more aggressively asymmetrical, so there will be no doubt about my intentions.
I have enjoyed wearing it, however. It's as comfortable as an old sweatshirt.
In the Department of Books, I just finished reading Nell Painter's Old in Art School. Noted historian retires from Princeton in her sixties and goes to art school to earn a BFA and MFA in painting. What a story!