Seemed like today was the first day of spring... the sun was shining on the yard, shining with all it's might, or at least as much might as a February day could muster. So there was nothing to it then but to hang the first load of laundry outside for the year. 'Tis a small but certain pleasure, the scent of sun-dried sheets, and one that requires only some modest effort (and the good fortune to have sheets, a washer, and a yard to hang them in) to indulge myself.
Not only was it the first outdoor laundry dry day, but it was also the first bicycle errand day. For some reason I have yet to feel tired of heading out to do local errands on two wheels, even if it is only taking the recycling away, and picking up a few groceries. While my cranky feet, while improved, are still not where I would wish them to be, and they remind me so most loudly when I must climb up or down stairs, like the steep one up to the paper recycling bin, the rotary motion of cycling, combined with it being a transport that takes most of the weight off my feet, means that it is much less painful than shanks-mare.
Yesterday was the holiday that once again is for "other people". Most surprisingly though, while walking down the street, a young woman handed me a folded piece of paper and wished me a Happy Valentines Day. Though I suspected it to merely contain a bit of advertisement, the pink crayon heart on the outside led me to open it, where I found a few lines of Walt Whitman poetry, including the words "...but now i think there is no unreturned love, the pay is certain one way or another, (i loved a certain person ardently and my love was not returned, yet out of that i have written these songs.)" The world is always sending messages of importance; I need to remember always that the equation always balances. Always. Whether or not I know how it does, and whether or not it does so in the way I would desire. Simple physics, the law of conservation of energy...
Making progress on my black overall pinafore, and had the semi-brilliant idea that adding some teeny rivets would be a nice detail, to reinforce some of the pocketing. Despite wearing dresses most all the time, our plucky heroine is still the little girl that wore coveralls as a child; while I doubt very much that Carhartts makes shop pinafores, my aesthetic leans more towards downhome than downtown, and that is the effect I am going for. Oregon Leather had some small silvery rivets in packets of a dozen, and that will be plenty for this particular project, though knowing they are available, I may go back for more in the future. Mayhap the brown twill pinafore would look well trimmed with black rivets?