Simple noises abiding side by side with the silence of early morning - like the gentle ticking of this little clock, a cherished gift from a friend after her visit to Vienna.
The dark and the rain kept me inside this early morning and I reacquainted myself with its steadfast and soothing sound. I find myself enveloped in its whispered rhythm. It will not be heard above the din of activity that my family brings with the beginnings of their day.
Because today was Saturday there were hopes of spending concentrated time on sewing. Several dress projects for Charlotte have been gathering dust and were crying for the creation of intended purposes.
My new Gingher scissors glide across this lovely fabric, a future pinafore which will be adorned with nine of the daintiest pale pink buttons coursing down its front.
I can't help holding my breath as the first sound of snipping begins.
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