happy at home

I've got some strands of black wool from my mom that she in turn got from one of her crafting friends; my mom said she knew this wool from the old days;
the spinning mill near Brussels was called d'Aoust & frères, but no longer exist, too bad.
such pretty wraps!

brought a bunch of white matthiolas, they smell very sweet and summery,
I can hear the swallows screaming through the open window,
a postcard from a friend...
happy at home :)