{Something mighty peculiar was afoot but I was hard-pressed to say for certain what it was. (II) A new collaborative print is on the way. I do hope you like it.}
I set aside the morning for a slow start. Preferring to let it unravel of own accord, after the usual morning tasks are completed—bed straightened, curtains drawn, pets feed, coffee brewed, birds taken outside into the garden—I relish such opportunities. Not every morning can launch this way. I am making the most of this one.
For a winter’s morning, it is sunny and spring feels close at hand. Yesterday’s sun I saw all too little of, tucked up in the one of the reading rooms of the State Library. Bliss all round, I doubt I could love this time of the year more than I do already.
Happy Friday.
{At home. In the morning. (These Thelma's stuffies can now be found at Counter, Craft Victoria.)}
{I am in Turkey. I am in Russia. I am in Kurdistan. Actually, I am taking notes upstairs in the reading room of the SLV.}
{On Tuesday my Dad turned 66; it appears I live in a cave-like dwelling.}
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