Paint colors. Arghh!!!!! It’s not the actual painting that is awful to do, it’s choosing the right color! I’d like to do it on the first try – for a change. Testing in every light, means going in there multiple times a day, holding the swatches up to the tile, and the paint in the next room, and on and on. Do I want a matching hue or a contrast? How much contrast? I tell myself to be patient. I’ve got all winter to do this. Patient I am not, when it comes to getting a project done, once I decide I want it done.
I got out needle and thread and mended a couple of items. One is a cute, little purse that looks like it’s out of the Sixties. I emptied everything out, or so I thought, and stitched away, tying off a nice knot at the end of double stitching twice across the tear. Problem is, after I got done, I felt the “empty” purse and evidently, I had blindly stuffed a pen in through the tear, so now I have a “sewn-in” pen in the bottom of my purse. If I ever need to macguyver something in the future – you know – give someone a tracheotomy like you see done on TV, I have a hidden pen ready. The stitching was too nice to tear out. What can I say?
It amazes me how one minute, I have no commitments for an evening, and in the next, there are three places I could be. That is not exactly how I would like it to go. Not that life ever goes exactly how we would like it to. If it did, I wouldn’t find it so difficult to get in a full days writing. And now, to make it even more difficult, I joined a gym. I’ll keep you posted on how that goes!