I remember when I used to wake up at 4:40 am each morning when the city was still dark. I would begin a very long commute to my job, and all of it was a way I was not happy with. My eyes and my body would hurt at waking up so early, and in the anticipation of the day before me. Of course there were good parts of the days, too, but the waking and the driving and the type-of-working were the sort that made me dream of something other.
All I wanted was to be able to wake up at 7:00 am, with the sun. That is my favorite time to wake. The birds are awaiting, singing their sweet songs, nothing hurts, and it seems kinder in all ways. That simple thing was a very big desire. Eventually it happened, and it has been the way for a long time now. There is never a single morning where I am not grateful for what seems, in this modern day, to be an extreme luxury. My heart hugs everything it sees in these morning times.
A warm breakfast in this beautiful coffee press my mom found. This thing feels so fancy! It is a delight. It makes me think it would be a character in a story, like my favorite candelabra in Beauty and the Beast. Voici ton café, ma chère~
One of the things I remember from my childhood about my grandmother, spending time in her kitchen with her, is that she looked out of windows a lot. One window looked out onto her pretty yard and flowers, the other looked out onto the giant river our family lived next to. I could feel that she was very contemplative, I didn’t like to disturb her then, and I always wondered what she was thinking about. I have not seen anyone look out of windows so much, and since then I find myself doing it very often, too. I always think of her when I do. Sometimes it really seems like she is standing there with me looking out. I like to think she is. I often have my orange hobgoblin there with me, too.
I cut some flowers out of the garden before that cold weather settled in. I wanted to preserve them, and write down their names, so that we can plant them again next spring. I forget the names of things almost instantly, so this will help! There is something so pretty about them laying on this handmade paper. It is art in itself. I love to open this notebook and just look at them.
Also present are my other tools for the day: knitting needles, more coffee, and my old laptop. I get some kind of thrill out of seeing how long I can make Apple products last, because they last the longest out of all the electronic crap we use nowadays. Somehow they always remain a delight to look at and use. This one I used in my very first design job when I was still in school, and now it’s making movies. What a workhorse!
My dearest studio mate, who takes lots of naps, groans like a bear, and brings endless smiles to my entire being. Plus wool socks, because what is life without cozy feet. Sheep must be quite happy creatures most of the time.