yesterday i tilled up a good portion of the back garden and direct-seeded some more mini-crops--collards, chard, and beets. rodney is getting some silt-fence material to put up as a temporary barrier against wyatt-wayne. why did i want a puppy again?! it'll be ugly, but hopefully it'll keep the dang dog out and we know where a portion of next year's tax return will go! pretty barriers. i planted out a lot of my hardened-off brassicas in the front beds, but am leaving the rest to plant out til the fencing is up.
my body's gone from being sore from the mastitis, to sore from the cold, to sore from digging--the best kind of sore! and i used grampa phil's square-nosed shovel to till it and thought of him as i worked. the cold still lingers, but it's definitely improved and i'm soooo grateful for that. sick sucks.
i've had more chances than ever to sew lately. i made jubal some pants from old work shirts and scrap material gramma judy gave us, more bags, and other random fun stuff. my next project is going to be these little art caddy book things (thanks martha stewart!) with oilcloth covers and little pockets inside to hold paints, brushes, pads, etc. i found some cool oilcloth at the feed store that is orange with a black grid and black flowers and skeletons riding bikes in full regalia (crazy day of the dead headwear or something). i've been trying to think of a good way to package the notecards...i like card sets that come in mini-cigar boxes, but i'd have to have funds to get those made and printed to match the cards...so i was thinking i might sew some of these little pocket book things to hold the cards and envelopes, with a slot for a pen and a pocket for your book of stamps. could be neat. i can blockprint material to match the cards for the outside cover.
oh yes! i was at wal mart yesterday--of course i don't normally shop there, but i needed felt and when it comes to walking to wal mart for a small purchase that can't wait or making a trip to town guzzling up time and gas, wal mart wins...so, there i was and rodney says to me, hey they have some of those plastic or paper? neither! bags up front... i was confused and asked a few questions...he showed them to me. yes. wal mart had the same idea as me. you know how all the stores are coming out with their own cheap black fabric bags that they sell at the cash register for a buck? wal mart's has my phrase on it. i was absolutely sick from it! "paper or plastic? neither! WAL MART" are you kidding me?! damnit, i'm a maven without the proper outlets!!!! so will wal mart sue me if i keep using my own phrase that i sadly thought was clever and original? i dunno.
i'm skipping the gratitudes today cuz rodney took the baby out for a quick walk and i want to hurry and get outside to water my seeds all alone! but i'm grateful for everything, you know that. love and kisses!
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an excerpt from a work-in-progress
they ate breakfast together: an omlettle he made filled with spinach and cream cheese and tomatoes and a bagel they split with salmon and more of the cream cheese and some capers she went back to the fridge for. they amused themselves discussing what capers are and how they came to be in jars at upscale markets for them to buy and eat on bagels with salmon. he liked to think they came from the sea somehow, and she assured him they were really little berries of some sort of fragrant bush. she fished the capers out of the tall jar as they talked and ate more than usual, something about their brininess described a hunger for her that she didn’t know she had, and then filled it. they drank steaming mugs of rich coffee with cream (and two sugars in his). she loaded the dishwasher and wiped off the counter while he cleaned the coffeegrounds and little spills from the coffee pot. the sun shone cleanly into their white kitchen and onto their bodies as they moved about their tasks and then they kissed one another and left for work, him to an office in town and her upstairs to her office where she worked as a freelance ad designer. it was a perfect morning. it was the perfect morning.
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