Friday night, good dinner & wine with my sister & her mister
Saturday morning, tea (in my favourite but cracked mug) & a magazine on the deck
Sunday, quilt mending on the couch
It’s Wednesday and I’m still thinking about last weekend. Nothing major, just a whole lot of not-working (mostly — I checked email once, bad me) and plenty of great, big expanses of chill-time. It was perfect. I bought that magazine during that week of almost-vacation in August, but I didn’t actually pick it up until this weekend, when I spent a luscious hour with it on the deck on Saturday morning. Magazines are a weird little indulgence for me — I hardly ever buy them, and when I do, I tend to lose patience with them in a hurry. A quick flip-through, ahh look at the lovely pictures, and then it’s on to something else. Compare that to a book, with which I can spend hours upon hours, all strung together. So, reading that issue of Blueprint, cover to cover, was nice, in an unexpected, uncharacteristic sort of way. And the quilt mending was successful too. We bought that quilt (from a store! I know!) a couple of years ago and have managed to wear it out well, with relentless machine-washing and drying. It was clean-linen time this weekend and I had visions of opening up the washing machine to an unraveled mess, tufts of batting everywhere, bits of threadbare cotton stuck to the drum (a bit melodramatic, perhaps). I knew I’d have to mend all those tiny unraveling seams before committing this quilt to the washing machine one more time, so that’s what I did on Sunday. It went well. The mended bits are sprinkled unevenly and quite obviously all over the quilt, but whatever, I’m telling myself that I don’t care. It will probably nag at me long enough to finally get me working on a quilt for our bed (the mister has been asking for one for ages), and that can only be a good thing.
Hope you’re all having a good week, my sweets!