Random Confessions

I had a strange dream about a dog that was stalking me. That was this morning. Now I feel strange whenever I think about dogs. He licked me a lot. And could talk. Blech.

I made bread from scratch without any appliances for the first time in my life. That was last week. I lie when I say without any appliances, because I did use my kitchen-aid to help with the mixing. I guess what I really mean is that I did not use my bread machine for this. I felt pretty proud of myself. 

The bread I made last week was pretty dry.

But it looked like bread. So I was pretty excited about that.

I had to sweep every day last week with that bread around the house. It's crumbly.

I finished the skirt for Vogue 1169. The fabric hangs like a tarp. And it's poofy in the lower tummy. It looks frumpy. I'm frustrated. I spent hours and hours hand stitching it. Sigh. But for some reason I have started with the jacket, made from the same tarp-like material. Maybe, by some miracle, the jacket will look good made from tarp.

I sleep a lot when left to my own devices. I enjoy sleeping.

On that same note, I am perpetually lazy. It's a disease. 

There are gardeners outside my window using noisy machines. It's noisy.

I'm a hermit. I have been enjoying my solitude for the last two weeks. It worries me a little bit that maybe I enjoy being alone a little bit too much.

That being said, I am so excited when TC comes home from work. So that gives me hope that I'm not entirely anti-social.

I need to stop sitting here, trying to think of interesting things to type because I need to clean up my mess. I have clothes strewn all around my bedroom, and the bed isn't made. For shame!