Yesterday was a pretty productive day. The house was (reasonably) clean, so while the Short One was at Mom's Morning Away class, I put aside chores and worked on silver for a while, got a couple project proposals ready, photographed and listed a few things in the shop and started a new piece that has been on my drawing board since the beginning of the year. Pretty mundane, but it's been a while since I've been about to accomplish even these modest tasks, so I'm satisfied. Well, either that, or I've learned to live with severely reduced expectations.
We ended up eating at the local Cajun restaurant last night, and the SO came home with a haul of star-shaped Mardi Gras beads in a rainbow of colors. He has a pirate's ransom worth of them now. I have to confess: I'm itching to use a few of them for a project of my own. However, the SO counts really well these days - up to 41 (one less than the Answer to Life, the Universe and Everything), and I'm sure I'd be held accountable for any missing strands! So, we each have our own bead stashes in the house now (although, really, what's his is his and what's mine is his, if you know what I mean).
I hope life is going well for you, too. Have a great day.
2 comments:
This made me laugh:
"So, we each have our own bead stashes in the house now (although, really, what's his is his and what's mine is his, if you know what I mean)."
I know just what you mean!
Darn - and here I was thinking this might pass as the SO gets older!
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