november 15, 2012
i am grateful.
:: my polka dot socks…putting them on in the morning brings a smile to my face…noticing them throughout the day brings even more smiles to my face
:: remembering to look up every now and then, i am rewarded with sweet surprises…surprises full of what is to come
:: music in our house
:: my moleskine…where my thoughts find a home…where i can rest in stillness
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the thought of gratitude in numbers makes me smile.
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sending a little love your way, m
Michelle GD 
Loving this prompt!
target socks? i think i have that very pair ;-)
and moleskines! yes.
my offering: http://www.thehabitofbeing.com/journal/?p=6720
Those socks are happier than my socks today!
http://beautifulladybird.com/2012/11/15/for-these-moments-15/
I wore my polka dot socks yesterday too! They make me so happy :)
oh I miss playing the violin, but everything has it’s time. happy for you to have it in your house!
http://myfeetintheairmyheadontheground.blogspot.com/2012/11/gratitude-week-day-four.html
I love my moleskine too. It’s my thought capturing place. Mostly ramblings with bits of coherent sentences.
Cute socks, I have a pair of Dr.Suess inpired socks that make me smile.
I have been making an effort to really pay attention to my surroundings and
appreciate them, I am never disappointed!
http://clover-seven.blogspot.com/2012/11/gratitude-week-thursday.html
I am thankful for my Peace Fleece wool, for my double-pointed needles, for the little callous that appears on my yarn-over finger when I knit a lot, and for the way that knitting in the dark mornings separates my thoughts into groups of two. No matter what I worry about, in this time when day slowly unfolds from night, before first words are uttered or thoughts take shape, it just comes down to knit and purl.