I started to spring clean this weekend. But not on purpose.

It was late Saturday afternoon which is a strange day part. A liminal, transitional secret time. A great time for napping or nookie or watching the space between you and the sky.

We'd just gotten home from a trip, and it's always a question of how to stick the landing. Greg was on the phone with a client and I wasn't sure what to do so I went into my room for a costume change. Sometimes if i know what I want to wear I know what i want to do while I'm wearing it. Backwards? Yes. Helpful? Totally.

I took off my headband/scarf and when I went to put it away I couldn't bear the chaos in my scarf drawer one more second.