What a beautiful day!
The sunrise this morning was gorgeous and I decided to glory in what I *could* see instead of bemoaning the fact that I couldn’t leave the house to head to my better view.
The humidity is only 35% and I have the windows open. Most of the morning work is done (alas, not the kitchen) and I’m sitting in a chair in the breeze getting ready to stitch a little plastic canvas cross. Not all making has to be of the exalted type.
On impulse I put on some lilac lotion. Why don’t I wear scented lotion more often? It’s such a mood-lifter. I need to make an effort to do this.
I’m looking at my hands. They’re looking older. I remember comparing my hand with my mother’s hand and my grandmother’s hand. There’s a feeling of continuity and mortality there.
Well, enough musing. Time to stitch.