As Dad mentioned, I was feeling especially crafty this weekend. I have rather strange weekends. They all have a feeling. I have lazy weekends, baking cookies weekends, organizing weekends, e-mail weekends, crabby weekends, reading weekends, swimming weekends… the list goes on and on. 🙂
So I learned how to use the sewing machine – kind of. I’m still figuring it out, but I’m pretty sure I have the basics. After seeing Grandma whip up a skirt in two hours, I’ve been really wanting to learn. I know it’s not an overnight thing though. The little pillow that I made is definitely proof that sewing takes lots and lots of practice. I also took pictures of all my projects and artsy stuff, played with my face paint a little, made two comic strips and re-organized my closet and cleaned my room. It was quite a productive weekend actually.
Now more seriously…
I’ve been thinking about sarcasm a little bit. I suppose it can be funny and all that, but it seems to me that more often it is cruel and cold. A few weeks ago I read somewhere that sarcasm is a form of weakness. That thought has been stuck in my head for a while. Sarcasm was rather a way of life back in the Northwest. We still encounter it a bit here in the south, but more infrequently. I for one am glad of the fact. I guess I could elaborate on this subject, but it’s not worth it.
Have a great Monday!