It's Monday. I'm eating breakfast at my sewing machine and putting together yet another pair of mittens for my kindergartener (who loses every.single.mitten. I make for him). I'm reminiscing about breakfast meetings in my past life that involved catered-in pastries and expense reports and though sometimes the occasional doubt creeps in, I think this kind of working breakfast is better.
Hubby's homemade cinnamon rolls and coffee by the light of the Singer.
Not too shabby.
I hope your week is off to a good start too.