There’s just something about the ritual of preparing and drinking coffee with a french press. I ground the coffee beans last night, added a hearty shake of cinnamon, and a dash of salt and filled the tea kettle with water. Future Husband woke before I did and brought my morning cup of coffee to me in bed.
It was a day for a lot of quilty progress, even if not by me. Yesterday I pressed a few UFO tops from 5+ years ago, pieced and pressed a backing, and delivered them to a long-arm quilter today. I have no plans for the quilts other than to have on hand for company, but it’ll be nice to call them “finished.”