Lazy Easter Sunday

I think this is the first weekend where I've had nothing I HAD to do in quite awhile. So how have I filled these two lovely days? I finished the pink bunting. I managed to make a bigger mess in the extra bedroom (it has been filled with boxes ever since I moved here). I've done laundry and I sewed. That's why I made the bigger mess in the extra bedroom, digging for sewing supplies. Today I went to Wal-Mart in the hopes that everyone else in town would be at church, hunting Easter eggs and having their Easter dinners. lol No such luck!! I stopped at Sonic on the way home to get something to drink and even it was completely packed!! lol Ok, maybe my thinking was a little naive.

This is what I've been sewing on. And yes the front is shorter than the back. My natural waistline is 2.5 inches lower in front than it is in back. Maybe because of all the junk in my trunk? lol Anyway, that is an alteration I make to the pattern so HOPEFULLY my hemline hangs even when I wear the skirt.





























And guess what this is??? (I think this is the fourth time I've started this and the furthest I've gotten, cross your fingers for me!!)

On the way home I heard Different Drum by Linda Ronstadt. I have always liked that song. Nice melody and easy to sing along with, she and I have a similar range...lol But there is one teeny tiny lyric in that song that just bugs me every time I hear it. It reminds me of a row of perfect strawberries and then realizing there is one bitter brussel sprout right in the middle. The line that says I'm not ready for any person, place or thing......did anyone else remember that is the definition of a noun from our grammar books? So every time I hear it I wonder did the song writer just have a mental block and that is all he/she could come up with? Had they just left their English grammar class and it was fresh in their mind? lol How about I'm not ready for any noun. It feels like a bump in the middle of the road. Oh well. Maybe it's just me. Oh, by the way, I looked up the lyrics and saw who wrote it, Mike Nesmith, the Monkee who wore the stocking cap. The one who's mom invented Liquid Paper.