This is a vat of tea. If there was ever any question what a vat was.
I have not mentioned before how much I like the remote control I have for the D90. It feeds my narcissistic soul. And one day I’ll stop applying ‘vintage’ type effects to my photos. I promise.
I don’t know what to say.
These are utterly amazing and entirely moving.
So… I redeemed somewhat the potato sack that eventuated from the first run. It was at the start too big. And now looking at the pattern I’m not super happy with the choice. I wanted a more scooped neckline with back to match – more flattering. Speaking of which the belt bit is NOT flattering at all (yes this photo disguises a bit, looks passable here) it needs to be narrower and unfortunately this colour was the only contrasting colour I had – which I originally bought NOT for a belt at all but from some decorative thing at the front. AND… the bits around the sleeves that are kind of odd – well they are to disguise the actual sleeves that are TOO WIDE. I skipped the interfacing because I hadn’t bought any and the inside of the sleeves in the pattern was a mystery so I made it up – or followed as closely as I could.
So, it does all look a bit handmade, but it is wearable. Whether I will wear it is to be seen.
I did learn how to do buttons & buttonholes with my sewing machine and I did get back in the zone of how to read a pattern. And. It was fun.
I am lying back on the couch after furiously taking the rubbish out to the bins, filling one with a stack of branches and leafy mess that’s been sitting on the paved area out back for ages – yes it’s 9:30pm, loading the dishwasher with 7 people’s dishes still sitting there from the other night and finishing the rest by hand then getting lemon sauce off the stove-top. And I am too stuffed to do what I originally planned (start making the dress) so I open the autobiography that I am reading – Thomas Merton (Who is/was(?) a Trapist Monk – the book is Elected Silence and frankly it is exceptional) and I have this old John Michael Talbot record on so it’s crackling away quite loudly because I haven’t turned it down from whatever was previously on there. The song that is on is the title track: Come to the Quiet. And then it finishes. There is nothing for this beautiful, deafening moment until the dishwasher noise kicks back into range and the traffic noise past my window comes into ugly focus.
1 My heart is not proud, O LORD,
my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
2 But I have stilled and quieted my soul;
like a weaned child with its mother,
like a weaned child is my soul within me.
3 O Israel, put your hope in the LORD
both now and forevermore.
I met my nine-day old second cousin Josiah today. I’ve not held a lot of babies to be honest and certainly not one so new. It kind of freaks me out to think this is a whole person so desperately reliant on others.
I also recommend listening to Vivaldi’s Largo (Winter) while driving at night with lightning.
