This morning I woke up feeling dauncy. I am not sure how to spell dauncy because it’s not a real world. It’s a word from I Love Lucy. Lucy said it was a word her grandmother made up for when you are not sick but still feel blah. I feel blah.
I have been doing more sewing and am wearing some seersucker pyjama bottoms I made. They actually fit! When I got up this morning I did get dressed but it was too much effort to stay dressed so I got back into my pyjamas. Next I am making a wrap-around, lined skirt that is supposed to be for people learning to sew but trying to figure out how to lay out the pattern made me feel stabby. Eventually I figured it out and realized I had the fabric folded in the wrong direction and I was going to start on it today but alas, I am feeling dauncy. I am not sure how this skirt will look on me with my size being what it is but I thought it was such a cute skirt. Actually, now I am not sure what I was thinking when I was looking at pattern books because the last time I wore a dress was to my mom’s Celebration of Life almost 7 years ago. And I had to buy that dress because I didn’t own a dress. Okay. This is probably going to be a bad idea. I will keep you posted.
Why is this font so huge?
My son just dropped by for a visit. I sent him home with a bag of raspberries from our garden. Why do mothers always feel the need to feed their children? Do dad’s do this?
Here is some Norbert porn. He is exhausted, the poor baby. Though I am not sure why or how he can possibly be exhausted. He did less than I did today and all I did was some dishes because our dishwasher is broken and I don’t want to spend the money to replace it.
My son has recommended a movie that has Benedict Cumberbatch (love him!) that’s on Netflix so I am going to go watch that now. The, blissfully off to bed.