Monday, November 22, 2010
This gallivant-y lifestyle I seem to have taken on lately has to stop. The nights out, the gallery openings, the rushed coffees after swimming, the "we must catch up before Armageddon" gatherings. I'm such a homebody at heart that if I don't spend some quiet time at home, barefoot and wedged between a potato patch and the nectarine tree, I feel very off-centre.
Secretly, I don't mind so much being a social type. It's just that I wish I could be both social and a homebody at the same time. Last night I managed just that, having friends over for takeaway noodles after our swim, finishing up with some of my stewed homegrown rhubarb. Yum.
Luckily this week the social calendar is looking a little quieter, which is just as well as I have some 00 onesies I'm frantically embroidering for my 7 week old nephew who I suspect won't be in 00 onesies for very long, given the tendency for tallness in our family.
And today I bought the last of the outer fabric and lining for the Four Seasons Yarn and Sack Club and it is just so lovely. If I get my act together, I'll be able to cut out a heap of bags before Glee comes on the telly tonight. From here on the One Hour of Sewing a Day regime kicks in.