22 April 2013
it's just the usual around here, nothing particularly worth recording. There's work, a looming essay, driving children back and forth from soccer matches, laundry, trying to get inspired in the kitchen (Jamie's 15 minute meals is helping, sort of), a 50th birthday party which was good fun, an outing to the Comedy Festival (Denise Scott and Judith Lucy being hilarious), the new Kate Atkinson novel (highly recommended), and the knitting of a pair of husband socks and a cardigan for me.
I planted some Tasmanian Flax in the garden yesterday. And we went to Ikea and bought two armchairs and a rug. The old icky carpet and the two mismatched op shop armchairs are now out by the roadside for Hard Rubbish collection and one chair has gone already. I thought we were the only ones who sat on tatty junkyard chairs. Apparently not.
I received a sewing book in the mail the other day which i must show you. I need to get inspired with the sewing machine too. I seem to sew a lot of clothes but still stare dismally at my wardrobe every morning. Is that physics? Or Murphy's Law or something? Who was Murphy anyway?
My office is freezing today. I'm wrapped in a shawl and my colleague in the office next door is wearing her coat. Oh my god, Autumn.
Ok lunch time is over. Back to the computer screen and some speedy typing to warm up my fingers.
(Beachy treasures were from our Easter break at Waratah Bay).