Tonight I’ll be working on the sewing project that I started last night and need finished for tomorrow. But today, today, is Fair Day. Every one’s looking forward to it. I’ve just set the crock pot with a stew since we’ll be gone all day….late veggies from the farm, some local grass fed beef, kombu, some beef broth I made earlier in the week, a bit of red wine. The house will smell so good when we get back and it will be such a relief not to have to worry about dinner. Now I’m working on filling up a bag with food to eat out….green crispies, toasted almonds, frozen blueberries, leftover chicken, a bit of squash, bananas with carob dip, and whatever else I can think of between now and the time we leave. It was really a lot easier to go places back when we could eat out!
I think this season is going to be a practice in moderation for me. I’m going to have a lot of letting go to do to ensure that Crazy Mommy doesn’t rear her ugly head. As it is, Steve’s had to talk me down a couple of times already (and I haven’t even mentioned that notion floating around in the back of my mind of making an entire quilt for Iain before his birthday).
I got called away from this post this morning, and now I’m coming back to it at the end of the day (or, well, technically, very early the next morning). The Fair was nice. It’s seemed somehow smaller and less impressive this year. I did a bit of holiday shopping, somewhat at Steve’s urging, as he’s all but convinced me that I really can’t make all of the children’s gifts this year (I’ll admit defeat in not making them all, but I’m still holding out on at least making some).
I got Galen a beautiful little wooden cutting board. I’m so excited to think about how much easier it will be for him to help me in the kitchen once we move into the next house! I got some lovely plant dyed wool for his birthday crown as well. And a duck! Oh, I couldn’t resist the life-sized stuffed duck. He’s still all about the domesticated fowl. Funny, funny boy. Sadly, I smuggled it home, only to discover that the repurposed sweater that it’s made out of still smells like perfume! Bah humbug. It’s on the porch at the moment. I left Steve (who is a very early riser), a note asking him to bring it in and hide it in the morning. Maybe if we keep up with the nightly airings it will be ok in time for Christmas??
Darn. And I thought I was doing so well.