Laundry

In spite of it all, I actually did write, or re-write, or edit, or write about, my same old story that I love so much off and on all day yesterday. I'm not sure I added anything significant, but I definitely pruned away some deadwood. And brought some old paragraphs up to date according to the thinking and reading that I've done over the last couple of years since I last looked at them. 

The best part was getting to spend time with these imaginary people in their imaginary home that I know so well that I can smell the mist blowing in off the lake and hear the bleating of cooree from up valley. 

I would so love to live there.

Since I spent extra time writing, I did not spend much time working on sewing projects, but I at least pulled out the pattern pieces and narrowed my fabric choices down to three.

Progress of a sort.

And the laundry is all folded and put away. 

 

(I will get over this gif thing sooner or later. But how can I resist a gif of one of the great landscape inspirations for the land in my story?)