I’ve been in an exceptionally creative mood lately. If I’ve got 30 minutes, I throw on my apron and some tunes on the stereo, and quickly dash something in the oven to bake before sitting down at my sewing desk. When I’m expected to be at my other desk, the one not being manned by my friend Singer — who’s dutifully watching over several craft piles, stacks of “to try!!” recipes and correspondence waiting for an address or stamp — I’m sitting at this one. The one that actually pays me. The one that has me thinking about not so fun things like scabies controls at orphanages.
Coincidentally, I’ve spent so much time day dreaming at the “paying” desk lately that I get home to the sewing one and freak out a bit that I haven’t done enough work for the day. Then I sit down at my home computer and get back to work. I’m chasing my own tail.

If the universe suddenly decided to give me the rest of the day off, I’d be at home conquering these:
1. Perfect holiday gifts for the men in my life who live by their BBQ skills.
2. Would look lovely in my kitchen.
3. Yum.

Last night I took the first of several sewing lessons from a family friend. She’s much older, an experienced quilter and thankfully blessed with patience. She is helping me get the gist of pattern sewing. It’s like Home Economics 101 — a class I used to strut by with an aire of “as if” feminism. If I had only known in seventh grade what I know now: Being domestic doesn’t make you any less of an equal — if anything, it makes you a better fed, more tailored, more down to earth equal; that boys your age will never grow up (Give up and go older.); that you’ll never regret taking the high road and being the nice girl, not the mean one.

I’ll post photos of the sewing project as the after-dinner course work progresses. I will say this is a very late gift for Petite 6.5, Miss Pia (who is due later this month!) Thankfully, I’m in good company with the tardiness.

Back to the day dreaming…