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ethaisa at 12:46pm on 16/11/2006 under daily ramble
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It started pouring last night, a steady rain that made me thankful that we'd just had the eaves cleaned and windy enough that it was also a good thing that I checked the tie-downs on the downspouts to insure good drainage away from the house. Its still raining now, though it's down to a drizzle and the sky is pretty dismal. A little more light, and it'd be that lovely pearly grey it gets around this time of year, but right now it's all danse dismal.
I was feeling completely unmotivated; even brewing a morning pot didn't perk me up. Even the doggies seem depressed, happy to lie around and give out these huge is she ever going to feed me sighs. (I already have feed them, so they're out of luck.) The kitties are curled up under the heating ducts in the laundry room, ignoring the world. Crawling back into bed was tempting, but I figured I'd best start something, so I picked a chore (working on tidying up the front room) and got started. This soon turned into tackling the ironing and I picked some tunes to match the day.
It's wierd, but I like ironing. Especially on a day like today. The flip side of favouring natural fibres is the necessity of ironing. But its a familiar, calming chore. It gives me time to think. There's something meditative about it, moving from one piece to the next, slowing imposing steamy order on wrinkled chaos. You start with a pile of gee, I can't wear that and end up with neat and tidy selection that reminds me why I bother. That, and the smooth luxury of ironed linens under my head when drifting off to sleep. (I find myself debating trying some of the bpal sleep blends in my linen waters.)
Well, time to get back to it. I've saved the quilting fabrics I've preshrunk for last, a kind of ironing dessert. Though I have other projects to finish up first, I'm looking forward to working on Laurel Burch's splendid horsey designs.
I was feeling completely unmotivated; even brewing a morning pot didn't perk me up. Even the doggies seem depressed, happy to lie around and give out these huge is she ever going to feed me sighs. (I already have feed them, so they're out of luck.) The kitties are curled up under the heating ducts in the laundry room, ignoring the world. Crawling back into bed was tempting, but I figured I'd best start something, so I picked a chore (working on tidying up the front room) and got started. This soon turned into tackling the ironing and I picked some tunes to match the day.
It's wierd, but I like ironing. Especially on a day like today. The flip side of favouring natural fibres is the necessity of ironing. But its a familiar, calming chore. It gives me time to think. There's something meditative about it, moving from one piece to the next, slowing imposing steamy order on wrinkled chaos. You start with a pile of gee, I can't wear that and end up with neat and tidy selection that reminds me why I bother. That, and the smooth luxury of ironed linens under my head when drifting off to sleep. (I find myself debating trying some of the bpal sleep blends in my linen waters.)
Well, time to get back to it. I've saved the quilting fabrics I've preshrunk for last, a kind of ironing dessert. Though I have other projects to finish up first, I'm looking forward to working on Laurel Burch's splendid horsey designs.
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