i put my little box on the kitchen table next to my laptop, and on went some Elvis christmas music. it played and played throughout the day, while I puttered and cleaned.
much of life revolved around that enchanted space.
making scouring powder
making jute and raffia pumpkins. we'll let you know how that turns out....
investigating perfect numbers
pterosaurs and butterflies running amok in the kitchen
peanut butter balls
(her idea, so she made them.)
a Just Right sort of day.
that will do.