Just like the last one! The weather was very nearly perfect. I always work on the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend, and there were the usual household things to do, but for the most part, I relaxed. And I had some time both on Sunday and Monday afternoons to just sit on the porch, listen to the kids playing in the lake, and feel a warm breeze on my face. Oh - and I loved having time to work on this:
I may be jinxing myself by saying this, but I think I'll be finished by June 1, as long as I don't ruminate too long over how I'm going to finish-finish it.
Does anyone else have a difficult time making those decisions? I think myself into a circle, then procrastinate, then wonder why I find it laying in a drawer six month later. I'm over 50 years old now, and I've been stitching for well over half of those years, so for crying out loud, you'd think I'd have learned not to do that anymore.
As long as I'm delving into true confessions, I might as well tell you this. Now, I know I come off as being ultra-sophisticated and that you see me as one who only loves the finer things in life. So this confession almost pains me.
I love the Real Housewives series. Can't. Get. Enough. If it's on, I'll watch it. I don't care what city is involved, (although the New York ladies are my BFFs right now). I don't care if I've seen it before - I'll watch it again. It gives me great pleasure to sit in my poofy, cheap chair, wearing my pajamas that are actually old road race t-shirts and sweatpants, and maybe a cardigan if it's cold, with my bedtime bowl of cereal, and listen to their silliness. So now you know.
Finally, go over to my left sidebar and listen to Mat Kearney's "All I Have". Great stuff. I was listening to this the other day and John came into the room with his head tilted and walked up behind me and said, "Hey...I have this on my computer. That's good music."
So maybe I'm kind of cool after all. Or at least I have potential for coolness. But don't ask me to give up the Housewives.