Only slightly obsessive, honestly

[wiseheart]

Today I went to the craft supply shop and used some of my gift cards to buy stuff for the quiet books I'm planning to make for Christmas. Not for the fair but for Baby Emma's big brother and colleague E's granddaughters, so if they turn out to be Easter gifts in the end that will be fine, too.

When I got home, it was already too late to have a little break before starting to cook the midday meal, unless we wanted to have lunch in the afternoon. We didn't. So I went right on cooking - because I wasn't hot enough yet, eh? It was a fine meal, at least.

I had a break in the afternoon, falling asleep over my laptop, but after that I switched to the main PC and spent several hours with transcribing how to make quiet book pages, step by step. I managed three pages in as many hours. It promises to be a mammoth project, even though our art teacher promised that I could use one of the sewing machines at school for the trimming, at the very least, which is a relief. It makes trimming easier and sturdier, but I don't have a sewing machine myself. I don't even have the space where to put it, so using one at school will be a relief.

Other than that, I didn't do much. It was so hot, I couldn't even think straight. They promise rain for the beginning of next week. I only hope it won't be a stormy one, because of the dratted balcony. *sigh* It is a sad life when even promised relief causes you anxiety.

Comments

[adafrog.livejournal.com]

If your balcony was in good shape, would it be the kind of thing you'd sit out on?

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Rarely. I'm a cage dweller by nature. Granny used to sit there a lot when it wasn't too hot, and Mum does it sometimes. It's pretty nice by moderate weather (and no rain), we had it re-painted and everything two years ago, it's just the dratted leakage that we can't have fixed.

[adafrog.livejournal.com]

Got it.