There is so much going all the time in these days, so much so that when I got home last night, I passed out on the couch, waking up at midnight only to find that I missed the holiday party I was invited to. Bad Deb. Bad, tired Deb with a cat under each arm.
In between answering holiday orders, taking inventory and making more more more, organizing our displays, running from one event and show to the next event and show, meeting cousins from out of town, and arranging for the exhibition in Paris in March, yesterday morning was clear and sunny and I couldn't help but miss the quiet here at home.
The sun coming in was so pretty and strong, it reminded me that when I was a kid, my father would sit in the kitchen on cold winter weekends, reading the New York Times, enjoying the hard light that came in or just close his eyes and relax in the sun. He'd call it "Florida". Today's morning is a little more grey and I have to go again now.
(Big thank yous to beautiful mentions here by Marie Viljoen and there and there.)
4 comments:
hoping you get a chance to close your eyes and enjoy the sunshine again soon! xo.
beautiful shots of your apt, deb. i can imagine sitting there, closing my eyes in the sun, and hearing fabulous stories about your dad. a great way to remember him, in the morning sun...
just close your eyes for a quick moment and go to florida with him!
I hope you get to close your eyes and allow yourself to just be a bit more often in the coming days and into the new year, dear Deb.
Sending you all my love,
-maria
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