A quick post today. We stayed up too late and then I had trouble sleeping, so I slept in and now the schedule for the day is a bit off. Boy, do I like and need my routines the older I get.
We have a little snow squall happening right now. It’s quite magical. And yet another murmuration of starlings this morning, right outside the kitchen window that is over the sink. I was standing there, having just got out of bed and there they were, hundreds of them, right outside the window. Then swoosh! They flew over to our neighbor’s property. Then another swoosh, and on to the property next to them.
Quite an eventful morning for someone who is barely awake!
Dolls today, because that’s what I did yesterday.
Harper helped me find the edge pieces for the new puzzle.
Wren and Lily in search of reading material.
This thought has been going through my head since yesterday:
You’re never too old to play. You’re never too old to play. You’re never too old to play.
“Play” has been the thread throughout my life; a life of working in the theater which is all about play, and a life of collecting; whimsical children’s egg cups, putz sheep, miniatures of all kinds, dollhouses, vintage dolls, and now Blythe dolls. The Blythes came into my life at a more advanced age, were a complete surprise, and have been a source of delight for the past year.
And why not?
I don’t want to ever lose my delight in play, in whimsy, and the world of my imagination.
Said by yours truly on this eve of a new decade.
Stay safe.
Happy Sunday.