They don’t have the book either. I want to make Amy Butler house trousers dammit!
Decisions, Decisions
Well heavens. First of all, a picture of my flamenco shoes. I never knew it could be so hard to stamp and clap at the same time.
I think I might have to start a new blog. A blog that’s devoted to crafty types of things, so that I can leave this one to be about the writing thing. Or perhaps I’ll migrate this to another site…no no no.
I mean I don’t know why I think I’ll have time to do both. I don’t know why I think I have time to do an MA, which involves writing a novel and a dissertation, and do Japanese classes, Flamenco classes and do sewing on top of that. I clearly don’t. And I haven’t even mentioned seeing my boyfriend or my friends.
Still, isn’t life for filling? For being interested in new things?
I was naughty last night, and ordered things from the internet, because it’s been a while since things fell through the door. It started with the Betsy Ross Twirly Skirt which I want to make for flamenco. It will enhance the experience if I can twirl my skirt after setting out my market stall, or whatever it is I’m meant to be doing.
Then I wanted to get a copy of Amy Butler’s book ‘In Stitches’, which is night on impossible to get over here unless you want to pay a gazillion pounds. Instead I found a copy over at a Texas quilting store and had to stick some fabric in there as well, because you know- Amy Butler fabric!
Then I found out about Lisa’s Amy Butler competition and I thought it was a perfect excuse to buy the madison bags pattern, except Lisa had sold out! Grr! So I got one from Sew, Mama, Sew instead. I almost caved and bought barcelona skirts too, but I’ll wait to get that from Lisa.
But then this morning I suddenly decided to get the colour by numbers fabric for my Onion skirt so I ordered that.
Gosh. Nothing for ages and then…Obviously I’d rather blog about crafty things than writing. Perhaps that’s just because I’m not doing that either.
Spring. And therefore tarragon.
It’s such a beautiful Good Friday. Here’s a tiny post with a tiny picture of my tiny daffodils. They’re only six inches high.
I’m making chicken and tarragon. It’s the only decent thing to do on a day like today.
Post Family Fallout
So my sister came to stay. For three entire days. It’s not that I don’t like her – that’s not it at all. It’s just that I don’t like anyone for three whole days.
Someone once told me (and I forget who, I’m sorry) that people can roughly be divided into two camps. There are those people who derive their energy from other people and there are those who get it from being alone.
I think of it as recharging a battery. Time spent alone is recharging time for me, and being with other people gradually depletes my reserves. You may be the other way around. It doesn’t matter. It only matters that you know roughly which camp you fall into so you can know why you feel drained or high after a party.
I’ve been feeling so washed out these last twenty four hours that I honestly don’t think I was even thinking. All I could do yesterday afternoon was lie on the couch, reading the paper and dozing. Today I have been in the gym, been in the supermarket and sat at my sewing table making a gift for my friend. No reading, no writing, nothing that involved proper thought. It’s been absolutely necessary.
Tomorrow then.
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