Saturday at home

It has been a rainy, rainy day today and really a perfectly lovely day. A day at home, after a long week of busy-ness and lots to do and places to go. It felt good to be at home. I love being with my grandchildren and with my friends, and then I really love my quiet time at home.

We started out the day with housework. Ray put the music on and we got busy for a couple hours taking care of the spaces that have been neglected for the past couple of weeks. Floors and bathrooms were high on the priority list. I vacuumed crumbs out of the sofa and dusted and tossed out papers and receipts and old magazines and gathered up all the shoes I have left all over the house (yes, I do that. It's a bad habit.) and stowed them in the closet. Ray cleaned the floors and vacuumed all the pine needles up. I wish I could figure out how to keep from tracking them in, but it seems to be impossible. It is a family tradition, going way back—Saturday morning music and housework. We call it the blitz.

Then I went to the studio.

At last I started making a plan for using some of my shirting fabrics that I have been fiddling with. I pulled lights, darks and mediums. I drew up my plan. I can't wait to start cutting fabric.

Outside the rain came down and pattered against the skylights. By late afternoon it was getting dark and I headed back to the house to start dinner. It was a soup day, without a doubt.

Tortellini, kale, Italian sausage soup. Mmmmmm. A glass of wine. Of course. Crusty, seedy bread.

After such a busy, full week, I spent today exactly where I really wanted to be. Home.