One can dream, can't one? Of Sunshine and Insects?
We had a good day yesterday. Nothing much happening. Which is fine. Some good laughs on the Sports Shows...which is why I watch. I enjoy a good laugh. G did excellent work on his coloring book Mandela. It even had added worms along the outside edges. Hand drawn by him. I was impressed.
I am noticing and thinking about some green spotted cloth I have and that little sort of Patchworky bottom section of image up top. I adore dotted fabric. I like the wonky look. And I, of course, like the big circle. Ideas are rolling around inside my head. I could also try and paint this stripe and dot combo. I have another piece of cloth in the restaurant sized baking sheet. Waiting.
I may bake today. Dee sent me the recipe for the GORGEOUS Irish Soda Bread on her blog. It's easy enough to get together and into the oven. No yeast involved. I used to make a more intensive (work wise) Irish Soda Bread with whiskey soaked raisins. It took "planning" and that isn't my "wheel house" these days. I sort of drift into things. And if I drift into a stoppage- I tend to stop and drift over to something else. No plan in place. But I do have to work on making a substitute buttermilk for the recipe. I am thinking there is some sort of dairy in the fridge that has gone "past" it's use by date and is nicely sour.
I did a washload of white and light colors. It's still drying. Then I will fold and put away. The Washing Machine Pages got a bit dark towards the end so I decided not to do a second load of wash. We'll have clean underwear. Clean pillow cases. Clean shirts. Clean pajamas. Clean socks. Clean dishtowels. I call that a "good result" and will go down soon and fold everything before it wrinkles. That's it for today.
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