Melissa has already made up some necklaces with the beads she got, but I am busy sewing. I made a blouse for Melissa and a few more for me, and now have three more cut out to work on. Yesterday I cut out a black and white check shirt for M, ironed on the interfacing, then went on to other things. Today I was up early, so I already have it all sewed together, with only the triming and finishing of the collar unit and the hem and buttons to do. Somehow I have overcome my procrastination problem when it comes to sewing and can crank out a garment in record time.
I try to listen to books-on-tape while I sew, but this morning I started a tape that turned out to be about the spirit of Lizzie Borden inhabiting a guy who goes on to whack and slash the town to pieces. No thank you, I have better things to do than listen to that. Besides, at the time, most people thought Lizzie was innocent and she was acquitted.
The Fake Thanksgiving on Saturday night caused me to ponder the fate of daughters- and sisters-in law. As an in-law, I have always known that my status was low, low, low. I am not the rich sister-in-law, so am of not much interest or importance. This Saturday, in over three hours of conversation, no one asked me anything about my life or what I was doing now that I am involuntarily retired. This is, of course, very relaxing, but it made me examine the way my own family treats the sisters-in-law, so I am going to make even more effort to engage them in conversation and be inclusive. It is too easy to fall into conversation with your own sisters and brothers and forget the appendages. I don't think we are too bad though, and we are lucky in that the sisters-in-law are interesting people.
There was a lot of food left over after the FT, so I have packaged up the meat for maybe half a dozen future dinners. I have also remembered that there is some pepperoni in the fridge, so maybe pizza is on the menu for tonight.
Back to the sewing machine.