wiseheart | Back to being busy

At least I didn't have to get up earlier than usual. But after that, the schedule was fairly busy.

1. Textile book:
I sewed together the first panel completely, so that's one-third done. Then I started putting in the permanent stitches to all green surfaces (which I forgot to do before I'd start sewing the book together), and in the process I realized that there's an entire edge where the brown permanent stitches hadn't been put in, either! A good thing that I spotted the nice white stitches along the tree trunk just in time; but it was an unpleasant surprise. *sigh*

But all green and brown permanent stitches are now in place (or so I hope), and I even started taking out the temporary ones on the finished first panel, which is a painstaking task in itself. You'd think one simply has to yank the thread and it will come out, right? You'd be mistaken. When I learned to sew at upper primary, we used a specific thread for temporary stitches that really did that, but I don't have such thread now, and the simple sewing thread was being very redundant. I must be careful not to damage the actual panels when taking out the stitches. Just what I needed! *double sigh*

2. Baby book:
I've made one measly tag to the baby book, since the above mentioned process undermined my determination colossally. But the tag turned out quite nice, so that's good. One down, several dozen more to go. Fortunately, I have time till September, but aside from the tags I've got an awful lot of work to do on this book, so I'm trying to make a little progress every suitable day. (Tomorrow clearly won't count as suitable, by the looks of it.)

3. Writing:
Again, very little progress was made, but the couple of paragraphs I actually managed to write turned out to my satisfaction. One should count one's blessings.

4. Slave labour aka housework:
Since I won't have the time to cook tomorrow, we saved the last rests of the cardboard-flavoured zucchini casserole. Instead, I made asparagus with roasted breadcrumbs and ham, fried new potatoes, a cucumber and tomato salad and carrot soup for today. A hour and a half slaving over the hot oven, and it was gone on ten minutes. Afterwards Mum spent an hour and a half with the washing-up. On days like this I understand why some people prefer to order in.

After all this was done, I tried to call several people, none of whom could be arsed to answer the phone, solved some crossword puzzles and took a nap. And now the day is almost over again. Why does time grow shorter the older one gets?