The End of a Day
I had a great day. It was a mix of laundry, dust bunnies, a lunch date with Dennis and the sewing studio. In the quiet of the sewing studio, I reflect on where Mom was at the age I am now. More than likely her and Dad would be sitting at their kitchen table having a lunch date all the while keeping an eye on what was going by on the township road. After lunch Dad would head to his workshop in the basement and work on his wood planer or his wood router. Mom would head to her sewing room in the north bedroom of their home.
For Dennis, he headed out to the patio porch after lunch to take in a western on the television out there. For
myself, I continued working in the sewing studio on several designs that are in a packet called Christmas Mash Up. Multiple depictions of Christmas ending up being 11″ by 8″ finished projects. It’s a very 
satisfying place for me. Do I have a timeline? No. Do I know where this project will find a home? No. Do I care? No. It’s my thing. It’s my deal. I am happy at the end of the day when I have something to show for the day that God has graciously given me. I am taking the days waiting for the sun and breeze to dry my yard. Then I will put away the stitching and I will have dirty finger nails and muddy shoes to show for what my day held.