My toes were freezing this morning. Indiecat was nestled into the curve behind my knees when Daniel left for work at five, and when I stirred she purred sleepily. I didn't want to disturb her so I dozed, listening to the chorus of birds that Daniel seemed to awaken with the garage door. I marvelled at the earliness of the birds, and the how light it was on the other side of my eyelids.
Spring is my favourite.
There was a time where I would reach for my phone as my eyes adjusted to it's glow, and I would wake as I scrolled, mindlessly. Now, I feel like I have started to win back the battle for my mind from social media and I forget it's pull. Finally.
Instead I ran through my mental checklist for the day, planning, dreaming.
I have a stash of vintage fabric that I've been collecting since Kate showed us her gorgeous hand made quilts (gosh, was it really that long ago?!).
It's been on my to-do list for ever.
And today in my string of planning thoughts I realised we aren't simply given time to do things. It doesn't get handed to us wrapped in kraft, and tied with twine.
We have to take it, make it. We get a bunch of time for the day, and it's up to us what we do with it, and we can't blame busy when we don't have time to read or sew or sleep.
We are not a tv household, but the average Aussie watches 4 hours per night.
I could knock off a quilt in a week if I spent four hours a night sewing!
Imagine the possibilities.
The truth is, my need to have an immaculate house has prevented me from accomplishing those not-so-priority tasks, and I am going to [try to] make them priority.
Especially with Christmas approaching, I would love to see a tree surrounded by handmade, love-filled gifts for my family this year.