I’ve been going through my massive late 1990s stash of cross-stitch magazines. This was back when I was a 2-income family, so there was lots more money for things like magazines. And I was totally obsessed with cross-stitch, especially samplers. There are tons of them in my house that I’ve done, and some at my brother’s house, and some at my mom’s house. I liked samplers because you got to the end of a row of a particular stitch and there was a sense of accomplishment before you went on to the next one.
This one hangs in my son’s room, although without their fancy matts…too expensive.
I still love the look of samplers and am not willing to give up the patterns and kits I have accumulated (although I am not accumulating more at the moment). I’m convinced when I am old and gray (white?), I will have time and patience for them again. What I don’t need is the magazine stash, so I’ve been going through them and just pulling out patterns I like and might use. I know you are gasping in pain. I tore up magazines. I recycled the bits I didn’t want. I didn’t try to sell them on eBay or anything else like that…I didn’t donate them to local old-ladies’ society. I tore them up. Yeah! Feel good about that.
I’m currently reading this…
this…
and this…
all at the same time. Crazy wacko, eh? I’ve read the Pullmans before, when they came out. The Stirling is 2nd in a series I started over break because someone loaned me the first. The Powers comics, also someone else’s fault, but I’ve been reading them for a few years.
I bought a stationary bike after Xmas…waited for the sales. My foot’s not improving, so walking isn’t happening as an exercise option at the moment. After I get done with work, I’m pretty much in limp mode if I sit still for any length of time, and long walks make it worse. The bike doesn’t hurt it, though, and I made it mandatory that the boychild ride for 30 minutes before he gets on the computer. He likes it because it has video games on it, and the faster he goes, the easier they get (or more importantly, the slower he goes, the harder they get). He needs a bit more exercise than he’s getting, as do I, and it means I get to read more often; hence the numerous books popping up. I really can’t grade papers on this thing, but I can listen to music and read. Yay.
I saw this movie over the weekend.
I love Daniel Day Lewis, but this movie was disappointing. I thought he did a great job, and the atmosphere was definitely interesting and seemed authentic, but the movie itself just dragged through the goo. Ugh. Save yourself…read the book instead. OK, I did NOT just recommend an Upton Sinclair novel…unless you like depressing dark dim dully lit fiction. Then get on with it. Read away.
I’m hoping to do some fabric work this evening (evening…heck, it’s 9 PM already…get on with it). I wrote 2 of the 4 finals for next week this afternoon. I have some grading to do, but it can wait for piano lessons and boy scouts tomorrow night. I need to send an email to my principal about what I’m teaching in my elective (creative paint throwing, ruler bashing, eraser throwing, and team trials of the pen javelin event). Hmn. Better refine that description. I had to do something very disturbing at school today…of course, that means I can’t say a word except that it was disturbing. Sigh. I really worried over it too, but I had to do it, had no choice, bound by law and all. Disturbing.
