Good morning, and welcome to Monday. We’re up, and there’s fucking sunshine. It’s wonderful.
We had a typical Sunday. My stomach has been feeling off for a day or two; nothing severe, it’s just a feeling like I’d pulled something in my side, but it also felt a little like a gall bladder spasm. I popped some ibuprofen and hoped for the best. Shawshank made us breakfast, and I ate a couple of waffles.
I spent the better half of the day finishing up two pairs of pants. Both of them turned out ok. One pair is my regular genie style, made from a nice floral sheet. I like them a lot more than I thought I would, but that’s the way it is with any of them. There’s never a middle ground with the ones I keep. They’re either prettier than I expected, or I hate how they turn out and feel bad about being excited to make them in the first place. The second pair I finished was born out of a bunch of fabric from the stash Shawshank‘s old boss gave me: magenta with tiny black polka dots, trimmed with zebra print velvet. I made them as harem pants, and they’re very flowy.
Today is a holiday, so Shawshank has the day off. We plan to spend the day on the couch, bingeing some Netflix and Paramount while I reinstall my bog witch hair. I will reward myself with chicken nuggets later.
