Late night hours
>> November 22, 2010 –
thoughts
I've always been a night person. When I was young I could allow myself not to be a morning person. I rarely spoke more than one syllable words before 10am. That was many lifetimes ago.
Now I'm still a night person but it has become harder because I get up early. I'm at the computer with my first two cups of coffee long before getting Nina ready for school.
The late nights when everyone is asleep, house chores rarely make me feel guilty. I sit on the sofa, threads all around me, a re-run of Law and Order in front of me, (I usually just listen because my eyes are glued to my canvas), and it's beautifully quite.
I've learned to enjoy my own company. Not in a narcissistic kind of way, but in the way which we learn to do as we grow older. We calm down a bit and begin to see ourselves as good friends. It's just me, my hands working the threads, my mind wandering and exploring.
I love the late night hours.
Love the photo. I think the brick wall accents the needlepoint well. I have always liked my own company and I seem to be both a night person and a morning person. But there still doesn't seem to be enough hours to get everything done.
Night hours are my favorite for stitching as well. I usually do it every Saturday night, when my husband has an online game that he runs, and my kids are in bed. I find something sort of interesting on TV, and then I just stitch, and no one bothers me.