Disclaimer: This is not my sewing room.
My most perfect fantasy day would not be at the beach or in the mountains or at an Elvis concert. It would be at home. First I would awaken sometime between 8:30 and 9:00 a.m. to the soft purrs and quiet snuffles of my furbies (instead of at dawn with Taco walking on me and Skipper emitting his ear-splitting, heart-stopping bark).
I would slowly become aware of the wonderful aroma of fresh-brewed coffee coming from the kitchen. (I don't know who would have made the coffee. Maybe I have a maid, or maybe it was Sam Elliott who has come to visit, but not to stay.) I rise out of bed slowly, stretching, yawning, and smiling--like the pretty young woman on the tv commercial who sleeps in full makeup with her Sleep Number bed dialed to her perfect setting. After I've enjoyed my first cup of coffee (and Sam or the maid takes care of the needs of the two cats and two dogs), I refill my cup and amble slowly up the steps (which is the only way I can amble these days), still in my pajamas, to my sewing room.
My sewing room, I find, is as neat as a showroom--a place for everything and everything in it's place. All my fabric has been organized by color and stashed on my shelves. My sewing table is a picture of neatness. The floor has been freshly vacuumed. The room is so inviting that it's a pleasure to sit down at my Bernina to get some quilt making done.
After a morning of sewing, someone announces that luncheon is served. It's probably the maid because, by this time, I would expect Sam to be gone, not hanging around for me to wait upon and entertain as men are won't to do. Lunch consists of something with angel hair pasta and avocado, and probably a couple of mimosas, made from fresh-squeezed orange juice (which I didn't squeeze) and ice cold champagne.
After lunch, I take a long relaxing hot bath, put on a fresh pair of pajamas, and settle down in on the couch for an afternoon of reading. The book I'm reading is, of course, intriguing. When I am finished I will surely declare it the best I have ever read.
I read until I'm drowsy, and then I slip into a soothing, refreshing nap--while someone else continues to care for the animals, being sure that all their needs for food, water, treats and constantly going in and out the back door are met.
I awaken from my long, uninterrupted nap to the aroma of grilled steak and mashed potato, or perhaps shrimp scampi. Maybe Sam is back and he has prepared a delicious dinner for me. On the table beside the couch sits a fresh glass of white zinfandel. The animals are all peacefully entertaining themselves. After dinner, I watch a wonderful episode of one of my favorite tv shows (or a Quinten Tarantino movie), brush my teeth, and snuggle into my bed as the four furbies make themselves comfortable for the night all about the room. Somehow Skipper and Sophie have managed to get outside to answer nature's call, and they are down for the count.
I sleep like a baby all through the night, never having to awaken to ask Skipper to move over, to lock Taco out of the room, or to go to the bathroom.
I can say with all sincerity that my perfect fantasy day was perfect indeed.
Oh, did I forget to say that there will be no pain and no crushing fatigue? Well, there won't be.
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On 05/28/2016, Barbara Anne said ...
From you lips (or fingertips) to God's ear! I wish his day after day for with a variation in menu, movies, books, and perhaps male cooks!
Hugs!
On 05/28/2016, Sandy said ...
I love reading your blog. This indeed sounds like a perfect day.
On 05/29/2016, Edwina A said ...
I, too, wish for that perfect day!! At 83, it's getting harder and harder. But i absolutely LOVE fairy tales and day dreams. Mine includes getting all my UFOs finished and my client's bookkeeping work caught up to the minute with everything balancing. More energy would be nice too. Oh... and the chronic vertigo would be GONE. *smiling* From: eaw from Petaluma CA living on same sheep ranch for 64 years now.
On 05/29/2016, k&c's mom said ...
Perfect day! One of the only things I'd add would be raining or snowing outside to make it even cozier on the inside of the house. :)
On 06/01/2016, Sandy said ...
Oh, what a perfect day!! My perfect day would begin in the mountains -- but would follow suit to your day. Could I borrow Sam for the day when you're not using him? LOL.
On 06/03/2016, Alison said ...
Sounds pretty perfect. I have always said that if I had a lot of money the only thing I would get is a cook!
On 06/07/2016, Kelly said ...
Wow, awesome....Where do I sign up for this? :)
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