I love getting up early in the dark, lighting a candle, making a cup of tea. Watching the light creep though our east facing living room windows, first blue, then rosy red, then bright warm yellow.
I settle down on the couch for a precious hour of blog reading before starting on some photo business tasks. The cats, having had their breakfast, joining me for a few more hours of sleep. Still early after all.
for how much I love these two.
Wishing you all a wonderful, peaceful and quiet christmas with your families or wherever you spend it.
So much better than rubbing shoulders with half the city doing the christmas shopping in stuffy shops.
And so much better to get into the quieter, cosier mood of the christmas season.
Warming up inside with hot tea and a hearty meal after a day of thrift store shopping and adventuring.
Life doesn’t get any better than that.
Straight off the farm, meat from happy pigs. Had I stayed for dinner, I might actually, probably have eaten that:
is starting grey and dark and rainy here and with miles and miles of traffic jams.
At the weekends we are mainly snuggling up close inside, sleeping, reading, knitting.
Lots of waiting and decision making and being scared of not doing the right thing. But as of yesterday everything is falling into place thankfully. Sorry to be so cryptic, I’ll be shouting it from the rooftops once it’s official. Soon 🙂
The heating is not yet on, but the cats are getting cozy and snuggly again.
At nearly 3 years they still get on famously, sleeping close and then getting up to act out rough playfights like little boys, tufts of hair flying everywhere (it’s hard to watch sometimes, even knowing they are just playing).
Afterwards, some pretensions to be starving and then back to sleep with a full belly.
My copies of ‘Design-It-Yourself Clothes: Patternmaking Simplified’ by Cal Patch and ‘Water for Elephants’ by Sara Gruen arrived in the mail yesterday. I can’t wait to read either of those, so it’s going to be a rather quiet weekend.
Also my pretty vintage treadle has had to take a trip to the sewing machine doctor’s. Apparently there really is something not quite right with the upper tension (so it wasn’t just my mistake) and while fixing it the shop will give her a good clean as well and do all necessary adjustments and such. I know it’s in good hands but I really miss it already and it will be gone for about a week! I think my relationship with my material possessions is a bit unhealthy…it is certainly wrong to be so emotionally attached to a sewing machine, a notebook or a camera, right?
I should follow the cat’s example…the only thing they’re deeply emotionally attached to is food!
little home by hand 