Friday the 13th

[wiseheart]

... is supposed to be a particularly unlucky day. Fortunately for me, that prediction proved to be false - at least for today. Because forgetting to buy potatoes and miscalculating the amount of bread we'd need - as well as having re-do entire rows of stitches four times - aren't things I need a particularly unlucky day for. I manage all these things on any normal day. 'Cause I'm gifted that way. *eyeroll*

That means in translation that I made a food run in the morning and some crafting in the early afternoon. We ate the last of the tomato soup for lunch and the Krapfen (donuts) I bought (filled with apricot jam - very yummy!), watched some telly, and the day was practically over.

The quiet book is taking shape. I've edged all the sides that won't get cross-grain binding - that sounds like great progress, but in fact, it's just blanket stitch that will end up invisible under the "spine" of the book, so basically the quick(er) and easy(er) part of the work. I also did a bit of the cross-grain binding, which is where the undoing of rows became necessary. Coming up: more of that unpleasant, tedious and boring work, stitching through four to seven layers of hard felt, lining stuff, double-sided tape and the likes.

At least I've found my (way too small) thimble again - while looking for Mum's lost ballpoint pen. Small (and even larger) items tend to get lost in our house. I suspect we've got a black hole somewhere.

Comments

[elwenlj.livejournal.com]

Theory would have it that every black hole has an entrance and an exit. Your thimble obviously just came out of the other side. I laughed out loud at your first para.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

You see? Applied rocket science and all that...