Curled Up & Cozy

I went treasure hunting yesterday, and I squealed with delight when I came upon a set of four Denby soup bowls and a set of four matching dinner plates. They cost me eight dollars and change, so you can imagine my thrill when I looked up the pattern on the Replacements website. I'm almost afraid to eat off them. At the moment, they're being used as a centrepiece on the dining room table. I keep picking them up and petting them. Lovely, lovely.

Taking a tiny break from my vantage spot by the fireplace . . .

I can smell spaghetti sauce simmering on the stove for dinner. Can it be dinner time yet?

I can hear the music blaring from the basement interspersed with the sound of sawing and sanding new shelves for the laundry room. The sweet sound of renovations progressing along with a little voice inquiring every now and then if she can help daddy.

I can feel the hot mohair throw on my feet propped up on the stool. The lower half of my body is so relaxed that I may never stand up again.

I can see the cat curled up in a ball of sleep amongst the dozen or so pillows on my bed. Her head just popped up and is staring out the window. Wonder what's going on out there that has her so mesmerized.

I can taste strong coffee. A cranberry muffin would be most complementary with this mug of java. I . . . must . . . get . . . up . . . and . . . bake . . . muffins.

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