Warning: This is a random post written on a day of randomness.
There isn't anything quite like sleeping in a freshly made bed, especially with egyptian cotton bedlinen. It's the perfect rest and rested is what I feel. A sleepy rested, if that makes sense at all.
I wanted to sew today. I ironed the fabrics and then didn't feel brave enough to cut them. It will have to be done another day. I'm ok with that. I like to listen to myself every once in a while and do as I tell myself to do.
I knitted. I'm one third through a very colourful second sock. Maybe I am over the second sock syndrome after all. I watched Lewis while knitting. Such a wonderful combination.
I photographed. Little snippets of life.
I made bread. I put a bit too much water in and decided to let go of perfection and just see what happened. I had a slice or two straight out of the oven, with butter. Delicious. Perfection must be overrated!
I like to go through my photos for Project Life on quiet Sundays. After this post, my style seems to have changed dramatically. I still love what I've done so far, but I'm thinking of doing it differently from now on. What are the odds that it takes me such a long while to write about it and when I do, I'm ready to change it immediately? Oh well, change is the name of the game this year.
Perspective is a great thing. As I sit writing this on a cold Sunday in my pjs, Dad is working out how to email me some photos. They're all of my Mother. Just my Mother. She's smiling. She looks beautiful. Dad's emails are usually followed up by a phone call. It's sweet. And then my throat goes into a bit of a knot and I thank him for the photos, it's so good to have them. He tells me of lazy Sundays and we hang up. I'm left staring at this photo of my Mother, smiling, beautiful.