Homemade stuff with cocoa mustache
One thing we have done to keep our lives sane is give up our computers on Sundays. This is hard, as both of us make our money through these things.
This is what is different about a December-March weekend versus one spent at any other time of the year: we unabashedly (resignedly?) spend it indoors. It would only be on a January Sunday you’d ever, say, find me ironing linens. Likewise, the loom never comes out during the warmer months, but now? Now we’ve got rag rugs on our minds, and on the loom. Making Play-doh is also a fun cold-weather activity, though Play-doh is played with all year.
The only thing I don’t particularly like is doing laundry in the winter. The dryer is still unplugged, so the basement becomes practically unnavigable, such is the drape of the sails of sheets, towels, unmentionables. Ah, here’s one instance in which I long for spring: drying the clothes on the line in the sun.
The dough rises in its bowl, the bones from last night’s chicken are simmering in the stockpot, and I really should clean the upstairs bathroom.