After a weekend spent outside in the beautiful weather, we spent yesterday afternoon indoors, watching the snow fall. George and I have been joking that between the June weather and the February weather, we're bound to have some April weather sooner or later, and it appears that's what we have now, at least for the next few days. I'm worrying a little about all the seeds we planted last weekend, and preparing to re-seed if I have to, and I'm taking advantage of the chance to finish up some last-minute Easter things.
I bought Julia and Asher each their own set of watercolors a few weeks ago, intending to tuck them into Easter baskets. But one day we needed something to do to keep from climbing the walls, so I pulled the paints out from my closet and set them up. They might be a little bit obsessed, now; they paint nearly every day.
:: an Easter dress
I swear I began sewing this weeks ago; I meant to, anyway. But I found myself yesterday tracing the pattern and beginning to cut the fabric. I seem to have fallen out of the habit of sewing clothes: I have a pile of fabric for pants and dresses, and things for my cousin's new baby, and I haven't sewn a stitch on any of them yet. Now that it looks like spring might actually be here, I should probably get going.
:: Easter egg dyes
There is an egg-dyeing party tomorrow afternoon, and our contribution is a dozen hard-boiled eggs and dye made from onion skins and blueberries. Today, we are making the dyes. (We'll boil the eggs tonight before bed.)
:: Easter knitting
This sweater I'm making to go with Julia's Easter dress has been almost finished for weeks now. I somehow pulled the held stitches on one shoulder too tight when I broke the yarn, and didn't leave a long enough tail to loosen them, so I need to rip back a few rows and re-knit. I need to do this today so I can finish the neckline and wash the sweater in time for Julia to wear it on Sunday.
I need to figure out a way to build time to read into my day. There are so many things I want to read, but where to find the time is a puzzle. I am still reading Peace Is Every Step, a bit here and there before bed, although I'm finding my concentration isn't at its best then. We are almost finished reading Little Town on the Prairie, and I'm a little anxious about an story coming up in it that is bound to inspire uncomfortable questions from Julia. And I'm reading The Intentional Spinner again: with purpose, this time, in anticipation of a package that should be arriving on my doorstep tomorrow.