Today is Monday, and I’m counting this day one of my self-indulgent week because the weekend was business as usual: read the papers, supermarket/greengrocer/butcher, sundry errands, laundry, minimal housework. The usual weekend gig.
This morning I woke a minute or two before the alarm would usually scream (6.50am), sighed “aaahhhh” instead of the usual “AAARRRGGGHH!”, then turned over and went back to sleep for another hour or so. Bliss!
Time for a leisurely breakfast watching an episode of Witchblade, and observing my coffee work its temperature magic on the heat sensitive mug printed with a thermometer (technically it belongs to The Bloke, but he likes his tea what I regard as tepid and, turns out, so does the mug and it refuses to perform for him). I also got in some time working on the current sock, a self-striping yarn. The cats were a little confused that I didn’t leave the house at the usual time, but seized the opportunity to complain about the cold.
I made drawing-a-day (see above), which makes three days in a row. The regularity has slipped over the past couple of weeks but I’m hoping to get back into the habit this week and continue it after.
What to do next? I ummed and ahhed, spoilt for choice. In the end I just picked the first thing on top of the fabric pile: a pretty green and blue floral cotton, and paired it with a pale green lining fabric. Right, a wrap skirt. But first…there’s no space to lay out the fabric and pattern to cut it out. I had to cob off the end of the dining table, and succeeded in relegating the mass of newspapers to the recycling, only keeping minimal supplements to read over the week. I must confess much of the other stuff went into a box for later sorting (self-indulgence is the watchword this week, remember?). Cutting out is perhaps my least favourite part of the process of garment sewing, but it was pleasant listening to the snick of the scissors through crisp cotton and this skirt has only one pattern piece cut twice for the body of the skirt and twice for the lining, so it went fast.
I needed to look for thread to match, lost interest and took a coffee and tv break to catch up on a couple of recorded shows. I have ignored the phone, which has rung several times today: I’m assuming telemarkers, as no one left a message. I cleaned out my handbag and wallet, and feel much lighter for it, not just physically but mentally, too. All the clutter is weighing me down, I think, and getting rid of it is cathartic. It’s amazing how much crap came out of my bag/wallet, much of it useless paper.
With a lighter bag, I ventured to the shops to get a pair of shoes mended, but it was a mostly wasted trip. Don’t people get shoes mended anymore? The only shoe repair place left locally rejected my poor old shoes! He told me it wasn’t worth fixing them and directed my attention to the new shoes he had for sale. While my maryjanes need new heels and halfsoles, there’s still a lot of wear left in the uppers and they’re really comfortable. If I was willing to pay for the repairs, I don’t understand why the repairman wasn’t willing to fix them. Odd. I do notice that many of the new shoes around aren’t repairable, with synthetic waffle soles that can’t be reheeled. I’d rather buy a good pair of shoes that last and can be reheeled, but even they’re becoming hard to find. I do have a lot of cheap crappy shoes that I hardly wear, and have resolved the day of buying rubbish is over. Perhaps there will be some shoe shopping later in the week.
I did find a couple of small round mirrors I’ve been searching for to use in an art work. I wanted something about compact size, but they’re not easy to find. These are magnifying mirrors, but I think they’ll suit my purposes. Not an entirely wasted excursion, then.
Home for a nap 🙂
The cats demanded some play, I brought the laundry in off the line – it got drowned in the rain yesterday, but today was such a glorious day. Sunny, almost warm, little breeze.
It has been a lazy evening, watching the Green Hornet movie and knitting at my sock. I had semi-formed plans of cooking a dinner I wouldn’t usually cook of a week evening due to time and energy constraints, but couldn’t muster the motivation. Perhaps tomorrow…