Between the Turkey and the Teacups 🦃

Boxing Day is a funny little in-between day, isn’t it?

The wrapping paper has been cleared away, the sewing room is quietly calling, and there’s still a faint smell of turkey lingering somewhere in the house. It’s not quite a proper workday, but it’s not a full day off either. A gentle pause.

In Thimblewick, this would be the day when the kettle never really cools. Someone would be mending a loose button at the kitchen table, someone else would be finishing off the last slice of cake, and conversation would drift lazily between gossip, plans, and what everyone might sew “when things calm down a bit.”

I’ve always liked this day for that reason. No pressure. No grand resolutions yet. Just time to potter.

If you’ve found yourself today straightening your sewing basket, winding thread that doesn’t really need winding, or jotting a few ideas into a notebook “just in case” — you’re very much in good company.

Normal service will resume soon enough. For now, it’s perfectly acceptable to sit with a cuppa, enjoy the quiet, and let your thoughts stitch themselves together at their own pace.

And if you’re wondering what comes next in Thimblewick… well, all I’ll say is that things are already quietly in motion.

🫖🧵

Poppy x