The lure of blogging and other goings-on

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I was thinking about just why it is so satisfying to blog...especially with no readers! I think it is just that if you see the lovely parts of your own life it is a way of collecting those parts and setting them out to look at again.  Some moments over the past few days:

I sewed a shirt these past two days, using this lovely silk remnant my mom found at a yard sale.

I am using this book, which was a birthday present from my brother.

I made top 7b.

True to the title, it was quite simple - only three pattern pieces: front, back and sleeve!

Front and back sans sleeves. I love the long shallow neckline. The body of the shirt is the perfect shape, wide without being shapeless.

A few details...

Modelling the sans sleeves version - I may make one that is sleeveless.

This morning I sewed on the sleeves... My sewing machine light is so cheery and warm.

Voila! The finished shirt! Looking appropriately simple and modern.

Modelling... this is before I pressed it...

In other well-being/summer project news, I ate so healthy today! Mango butter smoothie (thus have I christened my new recipe) for breakfast, chicken on a salad for lunch, and tilapia, eggs, or soup for dinner, with two squares of dark chocoalte and a vanilla pudding as a treat. Delish. 

I also moved my college books onto a shelf in my room and furthermore created a little section of books on the shelf which I want to read this summer.

The shelf in question.

The selection in question. 

Blurry, but from left to right: The Cat Who Went up the Creek by Lillian Jackson Braun, Complete Modern Hebrew, This Explains Everything, The Sword of Honour Trilogy by Evelyn Waugh, The Complet Poems and Plays of T.S. Eliot, On Fairy Stories by JRR Tolkien and the Silmarillion by the same, Villete by Charlotte Bronte, Watership Down, The Way We Live Now by Anthony Trollope, and Flaubert's Parrot by Julian Barnes. Very exciting... I will be busy.

Speaking of busy, the cats were profoundly the opposite this afternoon but despite their indolence they were very cute. Therefore, I end this post with catnap pictures!!!

Boinky:

And Penny:

A Clear Statement of Purpose

And....not at all clear. That is, this won't be, meaning this post. Communication is often a Pyrrhic experience for me (I won't say a Pyrrhic victory because usually it is not, because the message dies as I word-flounder...now a thing (word-floundering). Aaaaanyways, inspired by Lent, continued indefinitely...that's the goal with this blog. Meaning that I will have a heart to heart with this machine on my lap as a way of repenting? Not actually. This is a disgustingly flippant start to what may be a good project but this is what I ACTUALLY mean. Instead of opening one million tabs as soon as I go on my laptop and wasting oodles of time, I want to try to be more generative with my time on the Internet. So for Lent, I will only do e-mail and schoolwork on line, and instead of waste time I will streamofconsciousness on this blog. Mayhaps it will be good for me, mayhaps not. Mayhaps.
So! I am going to write about the minutiae, and hopefully it will be an interesting thought-catalogue, to do list, and self reflection thingamahoojjy.
It may also turn into a laugh-a-minute comedy routine if life continues in the way it has. February must retire quietly to the home of all Februaries, where they plan their confused weather and the dazed confusion they will bring on the human race. Life was all well, things continued on the normal trajectory of what is called everyday existence and then with a sudden shooting turn, the Enwrights careened down a rabbit hole. On Sunday, my dad dropped my mom at a baby shower and then in five minutes, Lady Driver crashed into the side of the car and my dad spun into a convenient snow drift, was fine, realized the car was totalled, that my mom was still alive (since she was not there) and that his life should be spent indoors knitting. Then throughout the week he attempted to do just that, I stumbled to various job interviews and then this morning our fumble back to normal came to a blunt stop. Our cat commited suicide on a driveway marker. Not joking, not even trying to make this entertaining. It plummeted off the shed roof and impaled itself on a driveway marker. Father (long suffering) lifted said cat off of drive way marker, brought it to the vet, and did not 1. put it down, 2. pay for surgery. No, none of those things. Instead, he signed adoption papers to the vet who adopted it out of human or should I say fellow-mammalian kindness. We are in shock, to a man. Or at least, I feel we should be. The other cat plays with paper on the floor, the yet other cat sleeps and may die because she is of indeterminate age. This was today. What is the take-away? The day is not over but my first blog-post is. The end. Finis. Good-bye.