Why is it that sewing a black cassok is unbelievably tedious and boring, when other sewing I find to be fun? Every single cassok I have done has been brutal torture. Blech. I'm getting closer to being done, though....closer, but not done yet. At least this time I can SEE what I'm doing, thanks to my nifty thrifty reading/sewing glasses. I can't even see the warp of the fabric without them.
And in other news...after sewing all morning, I laid around at the pool, again. Had the good sense to leave by mid afternoon, and just a few minutes after we got home it started to thunder. Eventually I saw my first hail: marble sized hail. Glad it wasn't bigger, so no damage to our car. It's still storming out.
Other than that, I've been a lazy bum today. Folded laundry, taught one of the kids the fine art of loading the dishwasher, and read an interesting book that was different from my usual fare.
My tan is coming along nicely.
At the pool today, mostly I wished I had a friend to talk to. I sat staring at the other moms, wishing I knew them but not knowing how to meet people...nobody talks to other people unless they already know one another, so that's how it is. Mostly I hid in my book.
I think my kids feel similarly lonely sometimes. Sigh.