The day I didn't mean to have

I had today all planned (run some messages, plan some sewing) but when I woke up this morning all I wanted to do was clean.  That sort of thing happens so seldom that I felt it was best just to go with it.  I even did the upstairs bathroom, which I generally only do when people come to stay (oh, I exaggerate!  although actually not by much).

I was listening to my iP*d while I was cleaning, and I had on an old 70's mix which I found the other day.  Gosh, the people back in the 70's were so happy, weren't they?  So enthusiastic about hitchin' a ride! and the carwash! and being stuck in the middle with you! it's so good I can hardly stand it!  Frankly I suspect drugs.

The reason I bought the mix was for my favourite song as a child, The Night Chicago Died.  Billy, Don't Be a Hero was my second-favourite, and it's only recently I worked out they were by the same band.  So I was out sweeping my front courtyard, while singing and dancing along to The Night Chicago Died, when I looked up to find my neighbour (male, 20's, student) staring at me - and I could see he was embarrassed for me.  Look, at this point in my life being hip is a lot less desirable than being happy, neighbour-boy, so stop with the judging and put the bins out sometime.

I'm often caught out singing and/or dancing along to my iP*d (actually I'm often caught out talking to myself so I'm not blaming the iP*d, it's just me), and I've had to remove a number of songs from my 'going out in public' lists.  All the anthemic songs, all the songs that require air drumming or particular dance moves  have been banned from the list, as has everything by Cold Chisel.  Those songs are strictly for my own personal use in my own home.

After all this cleaning I spent an hour or so in the attic trawling through my patterns:

 

I was quite shocked to realise just how many there really are (this is about half of them).  Hopefully once I get the hang of pattern block manipulation I won't have to buy any more.  So I picked out a couple of patterns which might still work, and some of these fabics look appealing:

Now it just remains to be seen what can be done within the time available, and preferably without yet another trip to Spotlight.

Comments

[Lisa V]

Oh, I REALLY loved those songs as a kid. I can't probably sing them by heart still. I must've been about 8 or 9. Right before disco seemed to really take over top 40. Oh "Afternoon Delight" too, though I had no idea then what it meant.