I tried without success to see if it was possible for me to marry the two patterns. We took a break while I racked my brain trying to solve the problem. Eventually I suggested driving to another sewing shop to see if we could get the perfect pattern.
Of course there was no perfect pattern! Grace, however, spotted this lovely fabric and, after discussion a compromise was agreed. We would use pattern number two with the perfect skirt but not so perfect bodice. With this third lot of fabric, plus bodice lining purchased we returned home. Enough sewing for the day.
While all this was going on Isaac and Artha were fully occupied on a project of their own, the building of a Bird House. They had been working on it for two days and today the building and painting was to be finished. They didn't have design issues such as we were having and work noises of nails being hammered in and conversations about cutting the perch and screwing on the floor came through the wide open door. Work was suspended for an hour during high tide when the went to the park next door to see how many bream were swimming upstream and was it worth getting out the fishing rods.
When it became too hot - 33C early in Spring - a lunch break was taken followed by the two of them watching TV in two different rooms with the elder one falling asleep and the younger one struggling to stay awake.
Reading familiar books |
"New" book read without help |
After reading nine books Isaac asked me to teach him to play the piano! Out came the Learn to Play book, numbers on three fingers of each hand and he was soon happily playing the first four lessons.
He often plays his own gentle tunes and I have made overtures to him about teaching him to play however he really has not had enough motivation to have lessons until this year. Unfortunately we haven't been able to find a suitable teacher at a suitable time slot so far. Note to self: Contact Music teacher again tomorrow.
Satisfied with his day, Isaac had a shower and waited for his parents to come home to dinner while I looked at the ironing baskets overflowing and decided to leave them or another day.
A glass of wine was looking good.
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