Years ago I ached for little undershirts to wash and fold, three dishes instead of two to put away. I am careful to never wish away today’s dirty dishes and piles of laundry: I know I am lucky to have them. But in the words of a comedian whose name I have forgotten, “My wife was in labor for 36 hours. I don’t even want to something I like for 36 hours.”
Searsport Shores campground is my home for a whole week, all by myself. My sewing machines came along, and I have the use of Astrig’s roomy and well-appointed studio. I am teaching campers how to sew and dye and how to make pom poms, and all my other responsibilities are three hours away.
I am eating granola out of the bag, fresh cherries as I dance around the studio (music all day long), and leftover Pad Thai from the take home container. (I did have to wash the fork.)
My suitcase was packed light, just a few items of clothing. My fabric box was packed heavy. Each day I dress the mannequin in front of the studio with a freshly made clothing item, and then I wear that piece the next day. That’s the plan anyway, and it is working so far.
I hope you’re enjoying your week as well.