Okay. In my enthusiasm I cut out three more tunic-length dresses last week. I sewed up the navy blue with red and white dots one on Monday. On Thursday I sewed up the orange tropical floral one. The last one cut out isn't linen-y, it's more rayon-ish so it'll be a departure in texture and drape but the same shape and fit. (I might have gone to Jo-Ann Fabrics this afternoon to spend a "$10 off when you spend $50" coupon. I'll probably take a picture of my purchases to show you tomorrow.) Next I want to cut out and sew up a similar garment but with sleeves. Probably more than one. I can't seem to stop.
In other creativity news, I finished the Denim Hankie Washcloth after lunch. I realized that I haven't used the first one I made. I should probably do that, shouldn't I? I make things to be used and here I'm guilty of leaving that washcloth off to the side just so I can admire it. Pfft.
This morning one of the Bluejays hung around on the peanut wreath while I was doing my yoga and actually stayed there when I stood up so I could take its picture. I scared off a Hummingbird though.
Greater love hath no wife than she'll make a pot roast for her husband in the middle of the summer. At least I was bright enough to put it all in the crockpot instead of using the oven to heat the kitchen all day. I have to admit it smells good but pot roast seems like winter food to me. Do you have seasonal food ideas too? Durwood and I have had discussions about winter food and summer food. He doesn't get it. I say that soup and stew and roasts, all of those rib-sticking, warm you from the inside foods are for winter and salads, grilled meats, and lighter meals are summer food. When I say that he looks at me like I'm more than half a bubble off level. I think he's the one a little cracked. Ain't matrimony grand?
August 13--Edward May, 15th-16th Century Battle Dress. It had to be very uncomfortable to wear, I thought as I stood before the suits of armor. The wearer had to be hot in summer and frozen in winter. He probably couldn't move around much and definitely couldn't dress himself. I wondered if they rattled and clanked as they tottered into the yard to mount their horses. The guy on the end had half of a weasel on top of his helmet, not a very scary creature especially looking backwards. I also thought that an armored man would be like a turtle if he fell off his horse; he wouldn't be able to get up without help. In the future, I'm sure that some of our technology will seem just as antiquated and ridiculous as armor does today.
I think I'll go take pictures of my new fabric and then toss it into the washer and dryer. I did only buy sale fabric, so that's something. I gotta stop spending my savings, there will be no more paychecks to build it up again. Retirement is... interesting, not as quiet as I'd thought it'd be but I'm doing a bit more goofing off, especially in the mornings, that makes Durwood happy.