Here's my fresh laundry on a Saturday morning still damp from the dryer after a nice long soak to brighten it up. These vintage kitchen towels that our mothers made are just the kind I'm thrilled to come across at a fleamarket, and they are at just the right stage for pressing with a nice hot iron.
When the fabric is damp, the iron just glides, and a fragrant steam rises from the smooth cloth. I like to iron first thing in the morning when the roosters are still crowing. It's a soothing way to wake up and plan for the day ahead.
I gather my finished linen together as the work progresses, and soon have a neat little bundle laid out to show a good start to the new day. If I get nothing else done in the next twenty four hours I have my tidy little stack to point to! I just love cheery little towels like this with the brightly colored stripes on the edge.
The days of the week just seem to fly by. . . .
"Life is made up of small pleasures. Happiness is made up of those tiny successes. The big ones come too infrequently. And if you don't collect all these tiny successes, the big ones don't really mean anything." Norman Lear
I hope you enjoy some small pleasure today!