It's been another chilly dreary day. Everything's gloomy including me.
I didn't even leave my house until about an hour ago when I went to check eggs and pick salad greens.
I did do some sewing today, finishing up the curtains I wanted to make for the bathroom. First I did the blue middle panel and of course this was the easiest sewing that can be done. Iron and turn in a hem, iron that, sew. The yellow panels in the side windows I made from pieces of cloth that have been hanging there for years. I simply gave the sides a tiny hem and both ends a deeper one and then hung the hemmed sections over the rods. I've had this yellow fabric forever and ever. I think (and I'm pretty sure about this) I got it from a sale bin outside a Woolworth's in St. Pete, Florida approximately five thousand years ago. I don't even know what its fiber content is.
Whatever it is, it's held up nicely through the years and is such a lovely yard-egg-yolk yellow. Almost a saffron. That picture doesn't do it justice. But it was very enjoyable, I have to say, stitching it up finally and at last. I have to tell you though that when I first got everything hung it looked and felt so boring. Like a flag for a country which wasn't afraid of color but wasn't searching for interesting symbols, either. It also looked so tidy. I was used to the Kantha throw I'd had hanging in the middle for a few years, the un-hemmed yellow panels. And now it looked too straight, too boring. so I threw a lacy thing over the middle panel and a scarf I've had forever over one of the panels and a piece of silk I have over the other. It's a little better.
I have an abhorrence for the sort of decorating that involves matchy-matchy stuff and wallpaper borders and walls and counter tops with nothing of interest on them. I like things that make me remember, that are pretty and sometimes even beautiful to me. As to what anyone else thinks- who cares?
I remember the family home I lived in from the age of twelve to eighteen and how it was decorated in the oh! so stylish! burnt oranges and avocado greens, the Objets d'art displayed properly, the wall-to-wall carpet, the one built-in bookshelf of books, everything in its place, the shining sterility of the bathrooms, clean enough to perform surgery in. And I think of the chaos and sadness and fear living right within all of that perfect order and sterility and it's no wonder that I embraced for my own living spaces a hippie mindset of surrounding myself with things I love and that bring with them their own memories and which clang and whisper together to make an environmental music of their own which calms me and pleases me.
Sometimes I want to tear everything down and throw everything away to have a more Zen-space but I know me. Before too long this and that would start to show up and I would feel more comfortable and at home.
I suppose that when doing the Marie Kondo test of holding each object and asking oneself if it sparks joy, we must remember that for some of us, a whole lot of things spark joy.
Or perhaps our definitions of joy differ.
Who knows? Not me.
So. Saturday night and I already feel as if it's Sunday although look at these pictures I got today.
Magnolia's new expression which she wears with glee.
And August, who got to meet Daniel Tiger today. Jessie said that he was so shy and so happy. I think you can see that in his face.
I'm going to go put together an eggplant parmesan made with the leftover spaghetti sauce from a few nights ago and slices of eggplant that I dipped in egg and milk and then flour and panko and baked in the oven. I have bread rising. I have greens from the garden, as I said.
And I have a bathroom which lets in more light and has more color and that's good. Light and color are always good.
I don't know a lot, but of that fact I feel fairly certain. As I always say, life is too damn short for beige. And burnt orange and avocado as well. Unless it's an actual burnt orange or avocado. In which case, that's cool.
See you tomorrow.