I knitted three washcloths from pink yarn, shooting some thin, irregular stripes through them. It is such a tiny project in the scheme of my homemaking, but I love the happy colors. The previous, terrible assortment went into the rag stash.
The pink is a marker for me and my laundry sorters that these are the laundry room cloths, not the kitchen sink dishcloths. Small details that I love.
And then I lifted the camera and took a picture of the little amber bottle of pretty berries that Genevieve put together this fall and set on the table. We have any number of strange weeds trying to grow up in our fences.
Another detail of our household, captured by the camera.