I'm counting my blessings today because my mood is somewhat tamasic (in other words, negative, a bit yuk). When I counted my blessings - a type of antar mouna - I found out that I have only one thing to harass myself about, the playroom. My goodness, once again 'tis out of control. I know older orwise women would say, "Don't worry about it!" My Sagittarian rising says the same thing, "It's a beautiful day, get out, embrace it!" Well that's what I did. I took the children to school - Friday is a day to nurture me - and Rasta and I went to the beach. It was so beautiful I had to kinda stop looking at it all in case I self-emploded. I tried to take a selfie of me and the dog and the beach. I knew it was going to messy. It didn't turn out. I got the sky in my hast to get up from lying down on the sand with the water rushing at us both. Funny.
I'm off to play kirtan, stretch and watch season 3 of Call the Midwife. Playroom, scray-room. Oh, yes. I have a new sewing machine. It is to replace the 45kg one my mother-in-law gave me. I have so much fabric to sew. Off the top of my head I'm thinking; present bags, skirts and maybe, eventually creating a dress like this from Specks and Keepings.
