it’s still dead week

while it may be new year’s eve for some of you, for me it is still dead week. and dead week means no expectations, no shoulds, no celebrations, no anythings, except indulging my whims. as in “i think i will make tea, and stay in bed reading until 11 am”, and “mom’s not making dinner tonight, make yourself some scrambled eggs” and of course, “i think i will i will spend a tedious amount of time cutting these pressed maple leaves into one inch squares.” i love dead week, more than i love new year’s eve.

pressed and cut autumn maple leaves