Early morning in the shop is a special time in my day. Why? It's quiet. I don't get much quiet.
My morning is a somewhat hectic time. I try and rise before James and Henry, get ready for the day and lay out James' clothes so when he wakes he can dress and go eat the breakfast that Joe set out for him before Joe left for work at 6:40. Henry wakes and babbles to himself for at least 20 minutes before he starts jumping up and down in his crib, which is my indication that Captain Poopypants would like some company. We count our way down the stairs, one at a time, and start our day.
When I drop James off at his little rural school, the quiet begins (at least the precious few days I have childcare). I am in an empty car, on a quiet road, driving to work for a half hour. No loud music, no cartoons, no baby grunted requests for a graham cracker. Just quiet. When I get to work, I get more quiet until my team arrives, only this time surrounded by yarn. Like this Alchemy (solid, varigated shown). Hubba hubba.
I love how everything is so still. (super cute bento box bag coming in to the store in a day or two)
Rowan is like candy for adults. I feel like I'm spoiling myself with quiet and fiber.
And zen, in the form of yarn.
I wish you could fold space and be here to enjoy this unique bit of quiet this morning. Sit here with me and just be.