Tuesday, September 8, 2009
This week is looking distinctly headless chicken. In between the work commitments, the school duty roster, the work commitments, the nutting out of knitting with wire to look like fire (don’t even ask), the occasional dinner preparation, the work commitments (did I mention those?), I’m running around like a mother hen without a head.
Because this week could easily replicate itself into the next and the next and so on until forever, I’m just stopping for a tick to hold myself accountable. Blogs are good that way. An unexpected benefit – I find when I commit to Myrtle and Eunice, I generally see it through. That may have something to do with the avoidance of elderly lady disapproval from way up high. To date the exception has been the completion of the knitting with stainless steel silk. Probably doesn’t bode well for the knitting-with-wire-to-look-like-fire thing.
Those fabrics up there, are the recent Amitié purchasings. I’m not about to admit to addiction, preferring to describe this small obsession as a penchant for as long as denial can hold out. And I am wary buying for the sake of the stash – and for bypassing the refashioning option. So, Auntie Myrtle and Nana Eunice, these promise to become summer clothing somethings for wee ones. And that would be this year’s summer. Not next. I’ll be back with proof.