the phrase ‘burning the candle at both ends’ comes to mind…

The first end : I’m in the deli across the road, refuelling with French toast, sausage and egg (like yesterday), I’ve had just under four hours sleep, overcome the rank shower situation (very proud) and escaped into the Manhattan sunrise. GlamMum has way more stamina than me, she came in as I was just thinking about getting up. She’s slumbers on as I type. 
I love early mornings. The irony is that here I am, away from my two little alarm clocks boys and, despite craving a lie in for the past ten or so years, so far I’ve seen the sunrise each day, been the first in the deli for breakfast (believe me, you don’t want to be here when the masses get up…my idea of food hell tbh, no space, no peace, no ketchup) and generally welcomed the dawn with alacrity.

There is a lady who I presume sleeps on the street…she’s been on our corner literally every time I’ve shuffled/strode/staggered past. She’s there now, her grey bobbed head bent over her tatty bags, dozing. Sobering. Expected in NYC I know but, still. 

The second end : Yesterday started with good intention, museums, galleries, a spot of lunch at dean & deluca…that was the plan. Then I realised I could get to Project Runway heaven, Mood Fabrics and everything changed. You can see from yesterday’s post I had a stitchy day oiled with beers. Lots of chat and banter with GlamMum! Time spent chilling. I have some awesome fabrics and trims to show you. Can you wait?!

My coffee is cooling. I need to drink it. Today’s plan is centred around the American Folk Art Museum. Expect quilts, lots of quilts.   

 Things I have learnt

  • I love sketching with a beer next to me
  • I like noise
  • I like silence
  • I love clean showers
  • No one will ever truly understand fabric addiction unless they too are an addict. This I accept. 
  • I am not a selfie girl. Exactly why I don’t know, but I know they are not me. Even tho they are. Hmmmm.

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