Sewing. I don't sew well, or sew very elaborate projects, but it makes me happy. I spent today hemming Chris's pants (he was walking on them, and they were getting threadbare), making a piece of fabric that's been pretending to be a curtain into a real curtain (or at least hemming it so that the threads don't hang down anymore) and doing some mending. I've also started the project of turning some old courderoy pants into a bag. Now that I've gotten back into it (I started with the really easy stuff, especially because I'd never used this sewing machine before), I'm soon going to make a new cover for the futon mattress, a bunch of shopping bags, a tank top, and an apron that fits Chris.
I can't describe how exciting it was, when I got back the knack of using that sewing machine. It didn't take too long to figure out how to thread it, or what each button and knob meant. I changed the needles like a pro. Quickly, my hands remembered everything I used to know.
Hemming my husband's pants, and being thrilled to do so. How bizarrely "traditional" of me. Almost as strange as the time when I was wearing pearls while scrubbing the oven.
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You should try vacuuming in heels. I love doing that. It looks bizarre (especially since at the time I was also in pj pants) but it feels very 1950's housewife-esque.
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