17. Little things - finding the balls of wool I need to finish a blanket. Needles large enough to sew in the wool on the blankets. Batting for the quilts. And stripey hair.
It has been a grey and cold day again in these parts, and this morning, as you can see from above, I had my hair done. As in highlights. Very long overdue highlights. The grey needed to be toned down a trifle. Well, I asked for darker colours and nothing too fine, because I am of the opinion that if one is having highlights, one needs to SEE them. I am now in my zebra phase, with stripey hair, but hey, normal is boring so I can have stripey hair. It makes me grin.
I thought I was going to have it cut, but my hairdresser said an interesting thing. "You do not need it cut, Linds", she said. "If you relax your shoulders, it is exactly the right length to swing freely above your shoulders. However, if you hunch your shoulders, it looks too long." Hmmmm. I must be spending most of my life with hunched shoulders, and we will not discuss why I do this. Great. So I need to relax. Drop the shoulders. Stand up straight. And the stripey hair will swing about my shoulders. Right. Got it.
And then Jean, Mum and I headed for the shops down the motorway in a nearby town. (MK to those who live round here.) Coffee and a bite to eat, and then a visit to the sewing department for wool, batting, needles and wonder under. They had everything we needed, so that was great. John Lewis is packed with wonderful (not cheap) things, and as Jean said as we were leaving later, she had forgotten how much she enjoyed shopping. I know the feeling. I never go to MK because there are shops there I would love to visit. So I keep away. But it was sensory overload with all the Christmas things out. I had forgotten the fun of looking at everything new. I could do with another trip, I confess.
A quick stop at Costco on the way home, and up the motorway we came. back home. Slow cooker bubbling away, and darkness by 4pm.
I am thankful they had the wool and batting/wadding we needed. That I now have a large enough needle to darn in the ends of the wool on the ripple blanket. Little things. But they matter to me.
I keep thinking it is the middle of the night. It has been dark since we got home. It feels late, and yet, I look at the clock and it is just 7.49pm. I seriously loathe these dark evenings with a vengeance. I need chocolate to compensate.......