It’s plain from my recent blogging record that at the moment I have absolutely nothing to say. Partly that I am aware how circular a lot of my day-to-day thinking is – I stand at my kitchen window while the kettle boils, contemplating the dead branch outside the window, and think that’s where the hummingbird likes to perch, I won’t cut it down – and every morning when the cat yowls in her demented way I wonder if she is in pain even though I have Googled “old cat howling” so many times I should know better. When I first open my eyes I check the weather outside, the level of the water, if the sun has risen, and whether it is visible or not, are we to be blessed with a sunrise? And so it goes.
New this year is my pleasure getting dressed at all my lovely new underwear – maybe I went a bit overboard? Same is the deep contentment at the first sip of coffee. New is my acceptance that my dear little business has taken off, that Rough Linen has taken wings and the nature of my plans for it are some of my happiest thoughts. Every day I get orders, requests for samples, and emails of appreciation – Wow! I absolutely love it.
This morning I ate my cereal by the fire, bare feet in the cat’s basket for warmth, before saddling up to visit a potential client on the Other Side, and if feeling brave I will visit Ikea to stock up on candles. It is easy to work in winter, to build something, to enjoy hot soup, music, the ritual of the fire, and settle in to cut and sew, and teaching my ladies on Wednesdays, who have come on in leaps and bounds. We have friends over, watch a film most nights, have cancelled DirectTV since we never watch it. I love this winter.