Tuesday, November 17, 2015
I have two lengths of polka dot silk. I want to sew something out of them. Skirt? Shirt? Robe?
That's ignoring the rest of the stash. I have too much stash. Almost everyone who sews has too much stash, right? I want to force myself to use some up on unglamorous sewing. I need pajamas, tap pants, cooking coats, kitchen and harvest aprons, and so on. Even shoe bags and laundry bags for the luggage, and pillow covers, and for that matter, covers for the sewing machines.
I'm reading The Martian. We got me my very own paperback; Himself doesn't like me dropping his books in the tub. I'm enjoying it, though I like the first person voice of the main character much better than the third person sections.
There's no fried chicken in the house. What's with that?
See, I've been posting almost every day, but I seem to have run down today. Sewing? Chicken? Chocolate? I know I didn't mention chocolate, but it's on my mind. Of course.
Apparently that is all.