Spring break is almost over.
The weather can’t decide between windy and warm or cloudy and cold.
We have been spending more time eating out for dinner. It gives us more time to enjoy the Spring afternoons.
I take naps earlier in the morning so Scout and I can spend the afternoon making chalk art on the walkway. Sometimes we just color with whatever medium is closest to us.
I took off a little too much time from the gym. I feel bad about that.
I studied quite a bit of my Western Civilization book. Not so much studying of Poli Sci or Women’s Studies.
I finished reading House Rules by Jodi Picoult.
I started an herb garden and planted some very pretty Gerbera daisies.
I’ve been feuling my unhealthy stash obsession.
And fabric obsession.
Spring in Southern California has been very strange, to say the least. Some days are warm and bright and you think to yourself, Summer is going to be extremely hot if it’s like this already. Some days it’s cold, windy and rainy and you think to yourself, Summer is going to be short and sweet. But for me, well I feel like I’ve been hibernating for so long and I’m having a terrible time trying to wake up. Lately my days have been riddled with pain. And yet I still find ways to keep my creativity queue flowing.
Nights are the hardest. Usually Shawn goes to bed a few hours before me. I spend my late nights watching old Miss Marple movies. I knit. I read. I’ve spent a bit of time on the computer finding all sorts of new cute patterns, Softies books and classes to meet my idol.
When I wrap everything up and make sure to lock the doors and turn off all the lights I creep into the bedroom. I always turn the fan on, regardless of the temperatures. I lift the blankets and try to get comfortable without waking Shawn up. Sometimes I lay on my back, knowing I won’t fall asleep. But I just think. I think of all the endless possibilities that life will hold. I have a few business ideas in mind and I think of all the sketches I need to draw. I think of all the fabrics I can use. I think of the children who will hold dear these little trinkets. And then I turn onto my left side and I watch the pale orange glow of the street lights that pour into the nooks and crannies of our vertical blinds. When I get sick of looking at the distracting light I turn to my right side. I take in the cold air from the fan. Sometimes I wipe away the tears that form because of the air. And when all else fails I lay on my stomach. My fleece pillowcase against my cheek, my legs forming a 4. After a while I drift off and I stop thinking about all the things I’d like to do. Now I just dream of them.
I pour through my memory and I tell myself that I will read every letter in these books.
I promise myself I will finish a present by Easter Sunday.
I think of all the outfits that I can wear with such a pretty knitted item that someone so kindly made for me. Just for me.
I tell myself, just a few more inches. Really.
I dream of all the different patterns that I can use to display such beautiful color.
How funny that up until this very moment I felt like I was being completely unproductive. But I realize now that I haven’t. I have plans. Big plans.
Busy weekend. Busy as a bee.
I did a little bit of quilting:
Fabrics are “Fresh Squeezed” by Sandy Geravis for Moda
I did a little yarn shopping for an Etsy bid:
I did a lot of research:
I painted the kids room, but I don’t have any pictures. Tomorrow I promise.
I also did quite a bit of cooking. I tried out a new Slow Cooker recipe: Beef with Shitake Mushroom/Hoison Sauce. I made homemade guacamole and corn tortilla chips. I made my Fudgey Brownies for dessert since I didn’t have anything to satisfy my sweet tooth. And to top it all off, I made strawberry jam and it is delicious. Today’s menu included home made bean and ham soup with biscuits. Call me a homemaker extraordinaire. Go ahead, I dare you!
I even got a little scrapbooking done with a 7gypsies kit. I can’t show you the book until it’s done though, it wouldn’t do it any justice. Time and patience my friends.
The rest of the weekend included watching The Ruins with my crush Johnathon Tucker which while very corny was still a pretty good scary movie. It’s all about ancient Mayan ruins. I didn’t manage as much rest as I would have liked but I was productive and that makes me feel pretty useful.
Just wait til you see Central Park Hoodie.