D sold another bowl this week to a woman who wants to give it to her sister as a Christmas gift. Because he appreciates the sentiment, he asked that I make an extra special bag to put it in (I make the bags for the bowls, see). So I decided to line the plain white cotton bag with a super soft felt material. It turned out to be quite lovely, if I don’t say so myself.
What I loved the most, though, was not the bag itself, but the feeling I had of being so like my mother at 6 o’clock this morning while hemming the edges with the final stitches in my furry green bathrobe and morning breath.
What is it with me and morning breath (see Waking Up)?