Sundays are my day. The kids leave with their dad and I have the day with no obligations. But wait! There is cleaning, shopping and errands, yard work, and the other jobs. I am saying the heck with it.
Sundays are for reading emails. I get one every Sunday from eQuilter and love to browse all of the gorgeous fabrics. Sundays are for reading my favorite blogs. Sundays are for “fun shopping” - my choice, not have to’s.
Sundays are for sewing. Lately, I have been having Sewing School with M. He is a very unique child. Extremely smart, very athletic, amazing violinist at age 10. Because he is in the 99% percentile of just about everything, he does have some trouble fitting in. He really likes sewing school and I try to do it with just us, no other kids around. Last week we mended some of his jeans. We ironed on patches, both inside and outside patches, then I taught him how to sew them down. We did a nice zig-zag around the outside patch, and then did some crazy darning on the inside patches. He even used rainbow variegate thread on one leg (we had lots of jeans to play with). We have fun. I work on my stuff or just iron clothes and help him along. This week we are making his mom a table mat for Christmas using a flip and sew technique. The fabric is picked out, pressed and we are ready to go.
Now, it is off to Costco to get gas and cinnamon for Cub Scouts (apple sauce/cinnamon ornaments for Tuesday night’s den meeting), then I need to mail the rest of my Christmas packages. Laundry is almost done. Did I say that the day was mostly for me? Nice thought, but hard to put into action.
