Wednesday, February 04, 2015
With just a few hours left of January, I squeaked in a date with my Mister. No sitters available, no time to go out. But when a girl is determined for a date- a date she will get! Even if it is just a date in her own living room. With some take-out, a table plopped right in the middle of the living room, $2.00 roses in a glass goblet, desserts as big as our head and each a glass of wine from our cupboard- it felt pretty fancy. We even got dolled up for each other- which was Matt's most perfect idea. As for the children- they had leftover lasagna to eat and then were allowed to have a sleepover all together (one of their favorite things in the world) and on top of that- they got to watch a movie on the laptop. (joy! bliss!) Children? What children?
I have been determined to sew something lately. It is winter! This is when it is supposed to happen! Though the longing to sew an actual THING is there, the time has not been, so instead of sewing a dress or a skirt or pants or a thing that can be completed, I determined to just sew something. I opened up the case of strips (leftover from Gram's quilting days) and just started sewing straight lines, one after another. It felt good to feel the hum of the machine again- and I found myself humming in time too.
Also- given my Don't Buy A Skein in 2015 (a use-it-up challenge to myself), I decided this weekend to start a new afghan project using my many skeins of homespun. I guess I went a little bit crazy with the Baby, It's Cold Outside sweater plans because I made three but have enough yarn for quite a few more! Blankets take me forever to finish (the last one took nearly five years!) but they are great for mindless crocheting- perfect for movie nights. I have high hopes. And, at the end, an empty basket and a very pretty, cozy blanket. (I'll be using this free pattern.)
Tents as big as living rooms. Girls curled up for hours reading books. Boys making snow forts and gathering icicle lollipops. Peppermint steeping, summertime tonic. Powdery pink and blue skies at dusk. Zucchini bread breakfasts and squash soups at suppertime, the ending of the planting, harvesting and putting up of last year- filling our bellies. Yes, that work was worth it in the end.
Delightful. That is my life.