BH: 140, revised Chapter 1
exercise: none

Happy Cinco de Mayo! Go have some Mexican food and a Tecate or Corona or two. Or wear a sombrero. Or dance. Or whatever works for you.

I slept in today, which felt wonderful; I haven’t been sleeping well the past few nights, which I’m sure was contributing to my maudlin listlessness. Then I watched (and taped) Grosse Point Blank, a brilliant movie. I want it on DVD, but the tape will suffice for now. While I watched, I continued embroidering the green tunic. I’m using a split stitch for the spirals. Simple and fast, but it looks quite striking. I’ve done one on each side of the neckline (they’re double spirals), and so far one on one sleeve. I think I want three on each sleeve in the end. And then four really big ones around the hem. I’m not sure if I’ll have the hem done for Darach Anniversary, but we’ll see.

I’ve also decided to rip apart an old yellow fine silk undertunic that hasn’t fit for years, and use some of that fabric to make a veil to go with this dress. In the process of deciding that, I went through some stuff in the sewing room to see if I had scraps of that yellow silk (I do, but not big enough for a veil). See, eons ago (six, seven years?) I started a project of silk tunics. There were to be two purple raw silk tunics, one with Celtic knotwork embroidery and one with simple leaves and vines and flowers, and the yellow undertunic. Well, none of these fit anymore, and thus I stopped about a quarter of the way through the Celtic embroidery. I pulled all that out and looked at it. Realised several things: One, the partially embroidered tunic doesn’t have sleeves yet, so I could put a strip of fabric down each side and make it bigger; two, the embroidery is really stunning; and three, I have a boatload of purple raw silk left. ‘Scuze me while I wander off and fantasize about what I’m going to make out of it. [g]

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So within an hour of getting up, I ran into a counter and the coffee table. One of the symptoms of PME/period is clumsiness, so hopefully (touch wood) this means my period will start soon and also release me from the maudlin listlessness.

It’s interesting that the Brits say “touch wood” and Americans say “knock on wood”. It’s very indicative of the different personalities of the two cultures:

Brit: Um, hallo. Sorry to bother you. Yes. Well, I was wondering—if it’s not too much trouble, really—if, when you get a moment, you could send me some luck? Whenever it’s convenient for you. Ta.

American: Hello? HelLO? What have I got to do to get some luck around here?!

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Nearly bedtime. Folks came over for sewing night, and I cut out and hand-hemmed a yellow silk veil. I also finished revising Chapter 1 of BH and started Chapter 2. It needs a bit more work. Oh, and we celebrated Cinco de Mayo by splurging on Baja Fresh.