Mornings never go as planned, at least they rarely go as planned.
The last two mornings I have been unable to get out of bed. Yesterday I was unable to get out of bed up until 20 minutes before I had to leave. So today I somehow manage to get out of bed (I think it had to do with Chris taking all the covers off it) and I think excellent I will cut pages for my book or work on my final project. While I did get some ideas for my project I twiddled most of my morning away looking for pieces of clothes in the laundry, eating waffles, checking bank accounts, and sewing.
I sewed up a hole in a sweater I wanted to wear today. I pushed assigned my half patched up jeans (which don't even fit me anymore) to find the needle and thread I wanted. This is how most of my sewing projects end up, half finished and forgotten. Yet this morning not only did I patch the hole in the armpit, (which I fixed because of its obvious placement) but I also fixed the hole in the pocket, just because I still had thread left on the needle.
I thought about how I could file this under the "due to the bad economy" phrase i.e. "Due to the bad economy I actually fixed a sweater as apposed to buying a new one." But while I like to bat that phrase around, it just isn't true in this case. I get attached to clothing. Particular pieces of clothing. I still have the first shirt I ever bought with my own money hanging in my closet, though it is missing almost all the buttons and is probably out of style.
I was really sad when Chris discovered my tank top I wear as an undershirt that had a hole in the stomach and used it as a cleaning rag.
The last blue sweater I had also got a hole in the armpit. I wonder what it is I do to blue sweaters, and I still have it, though it is safe to say its finally been replaced (by said current sweater I sewed this morning)
While this is all interesting in a way, it doesn't explain why my morning went awry. I could have worn something else today. Maybe I just have a bad sense of priorities.
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