Today was meant to be the work day to make up for yesterday’s lousy work day. Did it? Not sure yet. Got up rather early, did morning pages, went to estate sale and grocery shopping with Erik, had lunch, Erik left for San Jose. I finished sewing the silk eye pillows and began on Omiyage projects. Figured out much of the ungainly appearance of my first Chrysanthemum pouch had to do with my misinterpreting the (admittedly not too clear) diagrams; it needed to be turned inside out, and then it looked much, much prettier. Made two more Chrysanthemum pouches; unfortunately, FabMo fabrics still too thick, so I don’t know whether I’ll be able to sell the FabMo version. But it’s pretty, for sure. Made two Daffodil pouches as well, one out of FabMo, same problem. The pouch-sewing went ridiculously faster with the help of the sewing machine, but still took a long time — about an hour for each Chrysanthemum, forty-five minutes for the Daffodils. There went my afternoon. Ate an early dinner, thoroughly enjoyed a couple of stories in Bemelmans book (“Little Bit and the Americas” and “Prison Visit”), went for a thirty-five minute solo ramble. Pity the days get shorter — sunset at eight now instead of nine. Wish I could describe the ramble as brilliantly as Bemelmans describes settings in his stories, but too tired now. I’m going to call Erik shortly, and then what? More reading, more sewing, bed?
Oh, and here is a lesson from today. I have decided that it’s very important for people like me, who enjoy taking care of the people in my household, to have some alone time at home from time to time. It’s not that Erik is a lot of trouble, but it’s really, really liberating being by myself and not having to think about another person. Especially at mealtimes.
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