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Sundays are not my favourite, not by a long shot. I feel like they should be - Sundays should be those days where you wake up and know they belong only to you, and that, therefore, whatever you feel like doing is stretching before you.
Except. I work Saturdays and Sundays can easily become the disappointment of the single day off. I woke up this morning believing it was 10 - it was 11:30. So I got myself up, and dressed, and trundled down to work at the sewing table - stopping briefly to pour chocolate chips in the middle of pillsbury crescent dough and pretend it could pass for a chocolate croissant - it did okay.
I am running between projects - not really ready to finish any one, but knowing that finishing would make me calmer - unless they don't stay finished of course. I am also continuing to brood over the builders'-white-unfinished nature of the apartment - I spent the last few days favouriting flickr pictures, and it's amazing how much they combine into one yellow-tinted but mild palette of aquas and reds and true whites, stopping once in a while to bring bright flashes or a dark respite - but ultimately, they know what colours they want to be. While the colours I get to pick out for myself seem to have some reflection of this, I am also surrounded by greyish whites and greys, colours meant to be personality-free and easy-to-repair. It means that my works, my rest-stops, my bits of colour are flattened, and unloved next to these despair-ridden backdrops. I would love ideas for what to do - how do you disguise the fact that your walls, your floors are not pretty (and are not going to be painted, ripped up, repaired any time soon?).
In my quest for pretties I spent the day sewing and piecing patchworks, re-learning or maybe learning for the first time how to unquirk a sewing machine - bad tension on the sewing machine, for once, did not make me tense - I love playing with the tension knob until I get a neat line of stiches escaping from the grasp of the presser foot. I love my slightly wonky work - and can I just say, summer and easy-to-sew are, I hope, potentially synonymous.
