the morning is early. the fire is glowing across the room. everything is dark except that little square of flame. even the windows are still dark. edgar has been out, but is sleeping deeply again, sprawled on the wide feathery couch and covered in a wool blanket. telulah has stared at me with her huge eyes and performed her morning sneezes. ellsworth has come inside and floyd has dashed out. and stella has not left the warm nest of a bed upstairs with tom. this is my morning house. it is settled and quiet. with a few subtle floor creaks when tom shifts in bed in the room above. i'll make coffee soon. but i'm loathe to break the stillness. ellsworth has come purring to me, pressing and curling into the side of my leg. his fur is still cold from being outside most of the night. but underneath, he's fat and warm. i've had a delightful beginning to my day.
i will be sewing today, preparing for our sale on sunday. once more we will open at 10 on sunday morning. and be there until 5. at the little white house at 55 mowat ave in portsmouth village. i will have the main room filled with quilts and christmas stockings and napkins and journals, while krista's books and denise's sterling jewelry and a little room of paintings and mixed media pieces fill the sloped rooms upstairs. come visit our little lake splashed village and explore the handmade goodness of our little studio.
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