... I'd file this under Finding the Art in Everyday Life.
Sometimes you need a little something to lift you above the everyday mundaneness [mundanity?] of life. When I was dyeing the playcloths recently, I looked frantically around the house for more bits n bobs just begging for a new colour, as is my wont when confronted with big dye pots full of gloriously hued liquids, and decided our white flannels were looking a tad shabby.
Now I get a little thrill every time I open the linen cupboard door.
In other news around here:
• it's the first day of the winter school holidays
• the solar hot water service is being tended to by a man in blue overalls
• the sun is shining
• Son #3 needs a haircut but is not cooperating
• I found the rose catalogue and gift voucher
• I was happily reading blogs earlier and ignoring the children when I heard a noise like a circular saw emanating from the kitchen. On further investigation I found three children, still in their pyjamas, huddled around a contraption they had constructed out of batteries, a Lego motor and a few bits of Blu-Tak, whooping with delight as they touched a wire to the batteries and the contraption sliced a sheet of paper into strips
• I now have six knitting projects on the needles [I need help]
• We are making nori rolls for lunch.
Riveting, isn't it?
Word for the day: prandial