Sunday, February 17, 2008
cleansheets & birdsong
when i found these, i knew that they had to come home with me. with every pull of the embroidery floss, did the needleworker think 'spring! spring! spring!'? did she do piles of tedious chores and the only thing that got her through them was the bit of time at the end of the day when she could work on her needleprojects while centering herself for the next day?
i holed myself up yesterday and cleaned the house, washed clothes, changed bedsheets and finished two books. fiwa had begged me to read prodigal summer by barbara kingsolver and i put it on hold at my library without any expectations except that i knew it would be good. her book suggestions hit me spot-on. it took me over two weeks to finish it because i would reread passages since it is laced with biology & science. (why weren't our boring textbooks written like this? seriously.) i got up early yesterday morning and finished it and spent the rest of the day in that bookdaze of being halfway in reality and still in the book. (cleaning was painless.) v's friend came over for a sleepover and i made meatball soup and read elie wiesel's night.
my thoughts have been so my own lately with time that is not. i almost stopped my blog365 challenge two weeks ago due to lack of time due to work & family, but i couldn't bear to do it even with the chance of sparse words and photoentries perhaps diluting its essence.
this morning, i woke up to cleansheets and birdsong. already, the day is brill. today, i need to go get some gingham to make some bookbags (or grocerygreenbags) to sell and make some time to toodle in the garden.