19 Apr 2013
Oh Friday evening and all the promise of restorative pottering that comes with the weekend dawn. Perhaps we'll bunker down and fill the kitchen with smells of spice and stewing fruit. I've got my sights set on bubbling a pot of this on the stove and then slathering it on market fresh sourdough. My knitting basket may well be emptied of my honey girl's first knit of the season as a gentle afternoon to-ing and fro-ing along silvery needles will complete it. And then there's delicious vintage fabrics longing to be conjured into frocks for wee ladies. The vacuuming can wait another day.
Or will this weekend bring adventure. A slow amble amongst time worn pretties; precious trifles from yesteryear. The hiss of a coffee machine and cheerful banter with laid back, funky dressed folk. Books would be perused, some purchased and brought home in brown paper bags. Later with fingers curled around china tea cups they would be slowly and ceremoniously opened to let the wondrous feeling of a new collection of verse linger. I would love to bring India Flint's ethereal and utterly inspiring text home and perhaps the next chapter of Sarah Napthali's gentle Buddhism for Mothers series for Mumma soul nourishing.
Time to slink about in marle grey leggings and his socks. Taking turns to ask, "Shall I put the kettle on?". Lazy, rejuvenating stillness and no plans. Block play and harvesting ruby red tomatoes. A road trip to plan. Fossicking out new little nooks of our lady city. A new skirt perhaps. I wonder where the Autumn breeze will take us.
What are your plans for this precious new weekend? May it be grand lovely friends.