Evening spontaneity.

If you could peak into my life, just lift a corner of my room like The Friendly Giant:





you would find me spending large amounts of my evenings doing one of a few things...

Making elaborate meals that I have no interest in eating and keeping them in the fridge for David's return.
Worrying.
Sewing random things.

and in the case of this evening, folding 136 Easter letters for the church and stuffing them with offering envelopes.  While worrying.  Beside my sewing machine.  As I cook an elaborate meal and feel guilty for not making bread.

Although I did shake things up a bit and do it all wearing a red satin housecoat David bought me two pregnancies ago that now makes me look like I'm mutton in lamb's clothing.  So don't tell me I'm not spontaneous.