Sunday, January 16, 2011
My weekend can be summed up by two words. Reading. Crocheting. And add them to the pot with naps, warmth, quiet, home made soup and some fascinating tv, and stir gently.
I can't remember when last I had a weekend with so little "needing" to be done. So I didn't do anything apart from the above. Lazy? Oh yes. Perfect. I could get used to this. I go back to see the experts at Bath next week, so maybe, finally, I am getting things right.
I resisted the urge to get out and do things, and instead, I rested. This is very unusual for me. In fact, I hardly touched the computer at all. Now that is VERY unusual. And you know what? I loved every minute. The world did not tilt on its axis and the skies stayed in place. Who knew.....
This morning followed a similar pattern. Slowly does it. I have finished the red bunting, and it is ironed and in place. I may have made rather more than intended. Miles, in fact. And I have made many gingham bows for my year-round tree, and actually swept the threads up in the sewing room. As you can tell, I am not moving at the speed of light here.
But I have had a lovely quiet day, taking my time about everything. So help me, I just caught myself actually writing down what my lunch and supper consisted of, and deleted the words instead. I can't believe I have reached the heights of discussing what I have eaten.
But on the other hand, I have nothing of great moment to report either.
So maybe roasted veg are worthy of mention.