I didn’t say; you didn’t know. Jim and I went to see our son. We were gone for a couple of weeks and arrived home yesterday afternoon.
It’s good to be home, with our own stuff around. Later today I’ll head downstairs to my studio. My motivation and inspiration are darn low, but that’s okay. My hourglass project is waiting for assembly. There is no deadline, so I can take my time, working on it when I want to and leaving it when I don’t. I don’t love pressing and pinning, so I can imagine I won’t want to spend long stretches of time at it.
Besides that, I volunteered to make simple curtains for Son’s apartment. I have a bolt of muslin and will fashion plain panels to hang with spring rods. He has no furniture, so I know they won’t clash…
Do you remember the rhyme my title came from?
To market, to market to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
To market, to market to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
To market, to market to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.