As the menfolk sleep in I find myself surrounded by remnants of the week. A favourite jacket hangs on some hooks I screwed into the hallway wall. I use them five times if not more, a day. Still no sign of paint in here though, meantime we are sorting out in the shed.
We are finally breathing again, making plans for the year ahead. Its been two years or more since we sketched together.
Im enjoying the juxtaposition of the masculine, his matchbox collection in a vintage find, and feminine, leaves ill always carry from the street outside our first home when it sold all those years ago.
On the studio table are the custom orders for the week and some meant-for-market eskimo jackets.
The final squares of the quilt are being cut as new fabric scraps appear in the mix, there were too many repeats for my eye so a waiting game began while I chopped into the stash for winter makings.
Perhaps today some pictures will be hung in here, just on one wall would be enough.
Happy productive weekend to you all.