One of the projects was this skirt:
(All pictures were taken by the boy as I hung laundry. And yes, even though I live in Florida, my legs are blindingly white. I have something against self tanner after September.)
This skirt was made with some fabric I got off of Freecycle, and it was sort of, very loosely, maybe, not really, based on a couple of the skirt ideas in the skirt book. I've been reading the book a lot lately, but haven't gotten brave enough to try making any of the skirts yet, and I definitely don't want to cut into any of the fabric that I actually paid money for. So, I just played around a bit and made this. It's nothing fancy and it has a few well-hidden flaws, but I figure if women can run into the grocery store with the word Juicy scrawled on the ass part of their sweatpants, surely I can escape ridicule in this skirt. Hopefully.
As mentioned, I was able to do some reading this weekend. I started reading book fifty, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life by Anne Lamott. Jay picked this up for me from an offer on Freecycle. (Yes, Freecycle has been good to me lately.) I've never heard of Anne Lamott and know nothing about her work, so I'm excited to get into it and learn more what it's about. I will definitely keep you updated.
I genuinely like all of my neighbors, but as a rule we don't socialize too much. We just all stay busy and have our own, very different, schedules. Which was why I was so shocked when on Sunday our neighbors across the street cooked us a chicken dinner. I was surprised by this random offer, I guess for no reason other than that I am sort of a pessimist and just don't deal well with random acts of kindness. It was completely unexpected and out of the blue. But wonderful and delicious. I wish I had thought to take a picture of it before we ripped into it like savages. But alas, I only have a picture of a chicken carcass:
I'm still sort of riding a wave of happiness from this. It's a good feeling to be the recipient of such a kind act. I am really going to start sharing my cooking and baking with my neighbors more often. I want them all to feel the way I felt last night when they brought this dinner over. (Thank you again Paul and Maria, if you ever read this!)
Sunday night we started a fire in the pit. It was a gorgeous night for a fire. The moon was mostly full and the weather was cool.We toasted some marshmallows and enjoyed the evening.I'm struck by how old my son looks in the above picture. He really isn't my baby anymore. I sometimes forget this until I see a picture of him so looking like a young man, and not at all looking like a little boy.
I guess that's it for this weekend, slow moving and peaceful. The most relaxing weekend I've had in quite some time. My son leaves to go on his fifth grade camping trip in a few days. I'm sure those days will be filled with worry, so I'm trying to hold onto this relaxed feeling for as long as possible.