When there are no teenagers hanging around your house, you can do all sorts of things.
Like wipe a kitchen counter and it stays wiped.
Like see your laundry room floor for the first time in years.
Like get rid of that odd unidentifiable smell coming from the one bedroom.
Like sit in your living room without the TV on.
But mostly, you just miss them...and their crumbs and puddles and their dirty wash and their unique odors and the sound of them laughing at Sponge Bob.
So, over the weekend I wallowed in self-pity for a while, then got up off my butt to sort, clean, and trash things. Then I got down to the serious business of an empty-nester with books to read and things to stitch!
Stitching is up first: I finished Indigo Rose's Bee Charmer. I completed the stitching Friday night, then put it together as a biscornu on Sunday. I was going to finish it as a mattress pincushion, but this came as a kit and there wasn't enough fabric to make the mattress sides. And after looking at it closely, the design was really made to work as a biscornu. If I had finished it as a square, the design would have looked wrong. If you are familiar with this project, you'll notice that I left off the tassels. I didn't like them. Too fussy. So I'm happy with this!
Sunday I finished a book that I'd put aside for a while, The Birth of Venus by Sarah Dunant. The beginning was a bit slow - I just couldn't understand the main character's attraction to this painter...but then history comes into play and the book picks up speed. I really enjoyed it.
Also, when I drove John to Allegheny Thursday, I started an audiobook, Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book. Now, it's categorized as a children's book, but let me tell you, I thought it was wonderful. It's not very long - 7 hours long - I was captivated every minute. If I had kids that were 8 or 9 or thereabouts, I'd absolutely read this aloud to them. Gaiman is an excellent narrator, so if you're not into reading aloud, you could listen along with your kids, but I think that being the reader would be just as much fun as being the listener.
And now I'll close with pictures of my New College Girl.
Her Dorm, and her room is on the third floor:
Herself, humoring her parents: