Sunday morning..

Shards of cut paper are scattered on the wood floors and the table is sticky from the marmalade from breakfast. Little voices giggle and streak from the kitchen. Morning  sunshine is glittering through the linen window shades.

I have been cutting dozens of butterflies and little birds from all kinds of papers the past week.  Anything from old calenders, cards, newpaper,  children's coloring scraps, and wrapping paper is vulnerable. Some of the little birds were passed out to friends by little hands at preschool this past week.  Some of them are still hiding under the sofa, waiting until it is swept. 

I had not ventured into the blog world until reading my first food blog just several weeks ago.... 

 


So, here I am writing my random thoughts after pondering for days what my first post would be...a recipe? Perhaps dabbling with the blood orange pie recipe, a pasta recipe or a goat cheese tart..but we ate the last piece and I didn't get any pictures. 

Maybe I will just post pictures of simple things that are inspiring.

I will share some of these little ideas that swirl in the puzzle of my thoughts, amid the uninitiated projects and plans that are always budding in my mind.  These ideas are not perfected,  not always completely original.  Someone out there can and will probably complete things more thoroughly, more deliberately and with more delicate charm than my attempts.

But I gain great pleasure with my simple imperfectly lovely creations...