I actually got enough sleep, did my complete morning routine and such, knitted, unsure about my color choices for the mystery shawl, woke the boy up at 9.30 who then went, „I’ll stay in, the lecturer will put his lecture online, I’ll watch it later today.“ (Reader, he hadn’t watched it at midnight but well…)
And then my husband said, „You haven’t bought pizza ingredients, haven’t you?“ Um, no. Because he said that he wanted me to but somehow those ingredients never made it to any grocery list. Oops. Also, I had asked the boy to pick up dishwashing liquid on his way home from university or – since he didn’t go – to get some anyway. (Husband, „We have other dishwashing liquid, you can use that one.“ No, I can’t, it smells awful and makes my hands dry out and just, the smell, no.)
I did do everything as quickly as I could (even playing ‚Merge Mansion‘, ahem), set the sewing machine up for zigzag stitch again, had to start the hem something like three times because something went wrong every single time, tried moving the fabric under the needle and hit my finger. Oops. And that is how I figured out that I can’t listen to music while sewing.
I counted myself lucky that the day would only bring one guitar student (I was wrong, it was two), wiped the blood away, sprayed the finger with disinfectant and slapped a band-aid on. Continued to sew, had to start over twice because there was something wonky with the thread tension again until I saw that the thread had wrapped around the rod for the spool. Note to self: If you hit your finger re-thread the machine.
After that the sewing went pretty quickly and well. I ended up with a completed dress:
You can’t really see it here but the dress is clearly too small. It’s alright that the bust is very tight but the skirt pockets are gaping two inches and those pockets aren’t doing my hips any favors:
This is what happens if you cut the fabric years before sewing the dress and gain some weight in between. It should be wearable if I ever lose around five pounds or so. I hope.
The skirt is a bit too long for my taste, I remember thinking I’d try the maxi length and if I don’t like it I could always make it shorter. Looking at that picture I should definitely left off the pockets but well, I like pockets.
Then I ordered Chinese takeout, walked to the health food store for dishwashing detergent, pizza ingredients, potato chips and chocolate, dropped those off at home and picket up our lunch. I had spring rolls:
And fried noodles, as always:
At this point the boy hadn’t shown up at all. I then measured myself for the skirt, looked at the paper pattern that I had cut out in a size 14, at my waist measurement that clearly suggested I make the skirt in size 16, and started feeling a bit stressed about the fact that I still didn’t have a zipper. The one I ordered from an online fabric store was supposed to arrive on Tuesday, and the one I ordered from Amazon was not trackable.
I could save myself some stress by just accepting to wear a slightly too short denim wrap skirt in Italy. Or I could work my ass off and wear a slightly too tight badly sewn brown corduroy skirt.
Then I taught all the students and confirmed that, yes, using my injured finger to press guitar strings did indeed hurt but playing the piano didn’t. Yeah!
When I was finally finished with teaching after 7 I texted the boy that I was ready to watch ‚Doctor Who‘ together he didn’t respond. I sent another text but nothing. So I climbed all the stairs to his room, knocked, called him and entered his room, found that he was totally absorbed by some video game and gave up. I got my backpack from the attic, went downstairs again, wrote another text, contemplated having rest of my fried noodles for dinner but opened the bag of potato chips anyway and a beer, waited for half an hour longer but then started watching C-drama.
Then the boy showed up, finally, apologized and we sat down to watch the „Maestro“-episode while eating potato chips and ice cream. We both liked the episode very much (the one before that not so much). I’m curious to see which direction they’ll take with the show, so far I’ve found the new season a bit uneven and wonky but more interesting than the one before that. Even though I really, really liked the characters on the Jody Whittaker show the stories were mostly not working for me.
We’ll see where there whole „powerful, magical adversaries“-thing will end up.
Then I went on to watch two more episodes of „Find Yourself“ at a time where I should have gone to bed already, then had a lengthy conversation with the boy about Warhammer and some other tabletop game that I’ve forgotten about before I finally went to bed, forgetting my night guard again which was brought home to me with painful awareness around 5 am.
So. Today there will be all the laundry, all the sewing and it looks as if my zipper is only (checks phone) 10 stops aways. Also, my husband has just realized that he will need to pack for next week and is wandering in and out of the kitchen every ten minutes to say things like, „Look, I knew we had another thermos. We shouldn’t have bought another one,“ holding up my water bottle that I was planning on bringing with me. He also asked, „Should we bring backpacks?“ Um, yes. What do you want to carry your stuff in? A duffle? I’m not sure we even have one.
I’ve decided to go non-minimalist this time and bring the 30l-backpack in addition to the 16l-backpack that I want to use as a purse. I might also bring my actual purse but that seems a bit like overkill. Or I could maybe fit the smaller backpack into the bigger one to carry and take it out on the train. We’ll see.
My first impulse was to try and fit everything into the 16l-backpack and the purse but I’m not in the mood for taking only one t-shirt and underwear and handwashing everything on the second day. I am a bit unsure if I should take the skippers with my orthotics. I might be able to get by walking barefoot in the house but I’m not sure.
But those are decisions for tomorrow.
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