.... as the song goes (who sang it, by the way?) .....
Okay, technically it's not yet the afternoon. And I suppose I actually haven't been that lazy today when you think about it.
In fact, I've been quite busy. I made a curtain to cover a bookcase full of fabric (1.8 metres high, stuffed to the gills, and that's just half of my upholstery supplies) so that the materials wouldn't fade in the light. I used Vintage Cherries here on the left, from the Sandi Henderson Farmers' Market range, and it matches my lovely yellow wall really well. Isn't yellow a lovely colour? Whenever I make something yellow and put it on the stall, it sells really well. I think people are naturally attracted to happy yellow colours.
And I read the papers in bed, very early, accompanied by the Grimth who was having a lovely time playing with a piece of string. And I had breakfast. And I cut out and sewed lots of individual Hoot parts, ready to put together this afternoon.
And I ran up and down the hallway with the Fat One, whose diet FINALLY appears to be working. We have to find ways of exercising him, so I grab his piece of plastic packing tape that he loves (don't ask me why, it makes no sense at all) as it's the only thing that'll get him going. We run up and down the hallway five times, and that's about 100m. Which is probably more exercise than Fatpuss gets in a full day otherwise! It's all about the metabolism. And you know, if it gets me moving too then that's a good thing. I put on a pair of pants the other day - well, tried to put them on, except they didn't really do up .... and so if Fathead can master the diet, so can I. It's a neverending struggle (for both of us).
And Podae just watched us from his snuggly blanket on the sofa, a bemused look on his face. Podae is the supermodel of the cat world. He's long, and lean, and elegant. He's been exactly 5.25kgs for the past three years. He takes two little bites of food and goes Oh, I'm full now.
That never happens to the Fatpuss - or me!
I've digressed a bit from my original statement, which was about laziness and Sundays. I think it feels lazy today, because this is my first weekend in a month where I didn't have a market stall. And how relaxing is it to just wake up at one's own pace, and potter about doing a bit of stuff, without a timeline or anywhere to be? I'd almost forgotten how pleasant the weekend can be.
So here I am, sitting on my chair, sniffing the scent of the erlicheer jonquils in a vase nearby, watching the wind outside, and unwinding for the first time in a VERY long time.
Things are definitely looking up.
