I put pressure on Sunday nights. I intend that they be lovely, and they seldom disappoint. Yesterday saw lots of family lounging. Lately, that means LEGOS. Which is great; the girls love to play with daddy and all are happily occupied. Historically, Sundays are often friend game nights, but our good game buddies recently moved and we're in game limbo, besides still being a bit of social recluses due to the Marian health/isolation drama. I did beat Nathan in Scrabble with a surprise slim margin move at the end, but neither of us was quite in the mood for more (Carcassone--Hunters and Gatherers edition because it's beautiful--and Upwords are our favorites right now).
Anyway, I can't play legos well because of the crouching on the floor difficulties that come with being 8 months pregnant. My book, American Childhood by Annie Dillard (which really has some brilliant moments, I don't mean to discount it), wasn't holding my attention. I finished yet one more wee crochet project and my hand was too numb to start another (technique not yet ergonomic).
Finally, I cornered Nathan in the kitchen, where he was serving himself yet another bit of ice cream (currently prefers to eat it in a wee juice glass, which necessitates many returns to the freezer), with this declaration:
I think there is only one thing that will satisfy me this afternoon. A bit of handsewing.
And it worked for at least an hour.
(one of the bottlecap pincushions I've seen all over, but one nice & exhaustive tutorial can be found here. The bottlecap makes the tiny size feasible: the plastic--here permitted as a craft material because recycled :)--stops the pins from going right through)