Get That Dog Away From Me!
A new dress that I have been working on was complete enough that I could wear it to a meeting of the Ravens, on Sunday morning.
On seeing a friend's dog, Twyla, who had taken it upon herself to follow him to the meeting, crossing several roads unescorted, I was at first delighted. Then I saw the mud on her feet, and recalled her habitual habit of jumping on people in greeting. I looked down at my new dress (very pretty, very brown); I screamed those eponymous words.
The dress has revealed positive, if quiet, reaction. That is to say, the people that said something had something nice to say, except for Twyla's owner, who demanded to know if it was Flemish (it is) and lectured me on the Flemish textile trade, and a kind lady who admitted that, yes, the hem was slightly crooked. As one of my reasons for wearing it that morning was to get observers to check the hem, I wasn't unhappy. And learning a bit of history is a noble undertaking.
I spent the rest of the day tidying my room and the living room of the house, both extremely cluttered with my stuff. The results are mixed - I can definitely move around now, but the immediate visual impact is still a bit busy. Michael (who doubles as my landlord) was extremely impressed when I told him I'd done some tidying: "I'm impressed," he exclaimed, "I didn't think you could do it."
Warm fuzzies.
And this evening I have mapped out the rewrite of my poetry essay. I'm feeling good. I'm feeling like I should get to sleep before midnight for once.
Good night.
ps. "... didn't think you could do it"?
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Michael!!!
On seeing a friend's dog, Twyla, who had taken it upon herself to follow him to the meeting, crossing several roads unescorted, I was at first delighted. Then I saw the mud on her feet, and recalled her habitual habit of jumping on people in greeting. I looked down at my new dress (very pretty, very brown); I screamed those eponymous words.
The dress has revealed positive, if quiet, reaction. That is to say, the people that said something had something nice to say, except for Twyla's owner, who demanded to know if it was Flemish (it is) and lectured me on the Flemish textile trade, and a kind lady who admitted that, yes, the hem was slightly crooked. As one of my reasons for wearing it that morning was to get observers to check the hem, I wasn't unhappy. And learning a bit of history is a noble undertaking.
I spent the rest of the day tidying my room and the living room of the house, both extremely cluttered with my stuff. The results are mixed - I can definitely move around now, but the immediate visual impact is still a bit busy. Michael (who doubles as my landlord) was extremely impressed when I told him I'd done some tidying: "I'm impressed," he exclaimed, "I didn't think you could do it."
Warm fuzzies.
And this evening I have mapped out the rewrite of my poetry essay. I'm feeling good. I'm feeling like I should get to sleep before midnight for once.
Good night.
ps. "... didn't think you could do it"?
...
...
Michael!!!
posted by theamazingcatherine | 11:23 pm
3 Comments:
Giggle - yeah, I've been known to occasion that kind of comment when I start tidying as well.
G'luck with the poetry essay. Does this mean we get to see more poems posted to the journal, or is it just an essay alone?
Hugs
Starfire
There will be more poems, but they aren't a focus of the essay.
Light fuse
Stand well back.
:-)
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