|Put up the spice shelves in the kitchen.|
As I'm heading home from work, I get a text from my lovely friend wanting to know if I wanted to go swing dancing with her. "Sure," I say, really wanting to stay at home, but I try to never turn down a chance to dance! Well, we get to the bar, which was very nice by the way, and after our arrival at ten, and being there for two hours, no dancing. I was tired and cranky and just wanted to go home. So I did. Turns out the place got started after midnight, which is cool, but I was in bed by 1, so...
Saturday was the day! I'm gonna spend all day and night unpacking and getting stuff together. For the most part, that is how it happened, but my friend's monthly cocktail party was moved from last week to Saturday, and I was on the fence about going. I decided not to go. I was tired and I wanted to unpack. He kept razzing me about getting 'old' and staying in. Apparently he does note read this blog, and I *could* have been mean and pointed out his "I'm tired" and the "we are sick" notices he posts literally every week for something or other, but I didn't. Okay, I went, had a grand time and got home at about one.
|Un-clogging the sewing area.|
I did 5 loads of laundry, and set up my drawing area. I cleared my kitchen, and even got to work on my sewing nook while I was watching crappy movies on streaming Netflix. Mmm, there is something about just taking a brake and being at home to set up your personal space. I had a nice time. I'm a home body anyway. I like for my stuff to be in order.
|Sorting fabric brings out a lot of, |
"Oh, I didi't know I had that!"s
|I picked up these two cardboard advertisements on etsy a couple of weeks ago. |
I'm going to have them framed and hang them in the sewing area.
More on that later. Now if you will excuse me, I have to go wipe up four pools of cat vomit before I leave for work. Oh, the glamours life I lead.