I love my Saturdays. It wasn't until recently that I really, really
began to love and appreciate the ordinary, idleness of a Saturday
spent at home . . .
It wasn't until My Cowboy began working fulltime (on Saturdays) that I began to enjoy the quietness of the alone time.
It didn't take me long to discover that Saturdays were becoming the one day of the week I could get up a little late. Hang around in sweats and a t-shirt and sit at my sewing machine and create
I do have to get the laundry done. But getting up and switching the loads from washer and dryer is a little exercise my old bones need.
If I sit too long at the machine I do get a little sore.
But believe me without that distraction I would be sitting all day.
Have you noticed my Pinterest files of quilts I want to make.
I love quilts. I love playing with fabrics. Choosing and sorting colors and textures. And then seeing the finished product.
Yes, I love my Saturdays.
Praying your Saturday is filled with simple pleasures.