Today being Easter Monday, I counted it as a challenge-less holiday. Although having been bit by the sewing bug, I did spend some hours this morning (and until 1AM last night) constructing a mockup of a shirt for the baby, which as it turned out wouldn’t go over her head without using stretchy fabric, and had something drastically wrong with the sleeves. I’m not quite sure what, but something that made the snortlepig scream blue murder when I tried to insert her arms. Too tight? Wrong angle? I dunno. This is why I haven’t yet made a garment with sleeves… those things are scary. I was about to give up and start on her polar fleece pyjama pants when I remembered reading scary things about what happens if you don’t pre-shrink your fabric, even if it doesn’t shrink. (Essentially, you die horribly… manufacturers spray fabric with sizing and pesticides and stuff before shipping and by the time you’ve handled the heck out of it making a shirt for the baby you won’t be able to go near Spotlight ever again without going into anaphylactic shock and conceiving conjoined glow-in-the-dark quintuplets. Come to think of it, can higher-order multiples be conjoined? No reason why not, surely? They can be identical - the Dionne quints were monozygotic. Surely if anyone had had conjoined triplets I would have read about it on Mental Floss by now, though.)
So until my fabrics dry and a still small voice reveals unto me the secret of sleeves, my sewing is temporarily on hold. That’s fine. I have a lot of writing to do. Have you noticed how I haven’t been mentioning Script Frenzy? Well, there are two kinds of people who don’t talk about their creative projects. The kind you know casually from Uni who seem like regular dull persons until you find out that they’ve spent three hours every night for the last eight years working on their novel, and the kind like me who procrastinate like fish. Between us, Lizzie and I have just about hashed out four songs. Of a musical which really need to be one and a half hours long, minimum. And it’s what, the 13th? Super.
Anyhoo. This week I don’t have terribly many commitments - I’m going out for a walk with the family tomorrow afternoon and I have a friend coming over on Wednesday, but that’s about it. Still, I have a lot of things to get done, namely I need to:
- Make the dude some winter tops
- Make the dude some winter pyjamas
- Make the dude a winter hat
- Finish the ruffley cushion
- Plant out basil
- Plant carrots, cauliflowers, leeks and onions
- Clean windows
- Clean out fridge
- Pack up snortlepig’s summer clothes and stow away in cupboard
- Return snortlepig’s library book
Hmm. A lot of those items seem suspiciously familiar. In three years’ time when this blog is (naturally) famous and in the process of being adapted into a major motion picture, you’ll probably be able to search for “clean the fridge” and find it appears with touching regularity every Monday.
So, then. This week, every day, in order to accomplish some of the above to-do list, I will:
- Do something I’ve been putting off
- Do something potentially money-making (ie. queries, Suite articles)
- Do something domestically goddessy/Oosewifesome
- And do something outside.
One hopes that even I can manage that!