Let’s see: went to bed too late again and was basically half-asleep all day. Skipped the morning routine. I had a list as long as my arm but was very determined. Then my husband said, „You know, I thought I could make pesto from scratch today, wouldn’t that be great with homemade pasta?”
Yeah. It would. But also you just upended all my plans for the day.
So I called my mother on the phone as always on Sundays and acknowledged Mother’s Day. The boy had been so stressed out all week that I told him he didn’t need to do anything, by the way. My mother and I talked mostly about my health and hers but I also told her about my plans to make a skirt and dress until next week. And she went, „You do know that sewing clothes isn’t really cheaper than buying them, don’t you?“ Um, yeah, I do. That is not why I sew. „You can go and just buy things at times.“ I am perfectly aware. I do buy clothes all the time.
I’m not quite sure why she felt the need to make that asinine argument, especially since I already bought all the fabric and notions for the two projects. Cost doesn’t factor in at this point. So I said, „Sure I can buy clothes. And if you can point me towards a brown corduroy skirt with pockets that reaches down to my calves and fits me I’d be happy to buy it.“ To which she said, „Midi skirt? Who wears skirts this long?“ Um, they are back in fashion? „And why corduroy? Won’t that drape in a weird way? What kind of skirt are you making? Are you sure?“ Fun times.
Then I went and made pasta dough. As always I forgot the water at first and then wondered why the dough was so crumbly. For the first time I put the dough in the fridge for 5 minutes which turned out to be a great idea. And I followed some other tips on how to handle the dough that I found and that really made a difference. I could have kneaded the dough a bit longer, it was not as smooth as I would have liked but the pasta was really good:
These and the pesto that my husband made from fresh basil, roasted pine nuts and almonds, really good olive oil and some parmeggiano reggiano was just so good, best pasta with pesto I’ve ever had:
And totally worth the argument in the middle and the one-hour delay of lunch.
The boy only showed up late, again, and we talked briefly about the Eurovision Song Contest again. (In my head it’s still the „Grand Prix d’Eurovision de la chanson“, guess I’m old.)
I actually did the dishes right away which almost never happened because I was so set on sewing. And so I did sew. I only started at 4.30 and I was supposed to watch ‚Doctor Who‘ with the boy at 6 so I had to get a move on. But. Actual sewing happened! I connected the skirts to the body pieces, then found I had managed to cut out the pockets three one way and one the other which shouldn’t even have been possible, decided to not care if the wrong side of the fabric showed inside a pocket, especially since I had to squint in good light without my glasses on to see which side was which, sewed the pockets to the skirt parts and then would have had to press something, looked at the clock and realized I didn’t have enough time to get the iron out before it was time for dinner.
The boy and I ate in front of TV. That episode was, um, something. It’s not that I didn’t like it but it was definitely weird. There were a lot of parallels with the episode where Rose gets to a space station the first time which was nice but the whole baby storyline was extremely huh.
After that I watched a bit more than one episode of C-drama, fell into a bit of a social media rabbit hole, decided to not make the same mistake again that I make every evening, did the bare minimum of Duolingo, brushed my teeth and went to bed.
Today there will be sewing, taking a shower and teaching. And going to bed on time. I hope.
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