Randomly on a Wednesday:
I finished Bruce's autobiography. Brilliant Book. Fair enough I might be a teensy weensy bit biased but I really enjoyed it. I made me re-listened to a lot of music I hadn't listened to for years and years.... It was quite... grounding for want of a better word. Like it tightened the connection between my younger, free/dreaming self and my middle aged (let's not kid ourselves here), mother/wife/housewife self.
I am but one an only.
I don't like biography but weirdly and the only three I've ever read have been of musicians: Keith Richards, book club choice. I'm not a Rolling Stone fan, and the one of the crazy singer dude of the Red Hot Chilly Pepper, and I don't like their music either, maybe the book was a present? They were both vaguely interesting in a 'they're-life-could;t-be-more-different-from-mine kind of way.
Mr M and I have finally and very belatedly joined the "homeland" fandom. I think it's safe to say we're obsessed. We watched two or three episode a night... We're only half way series 3 so DON'T say anything. Please.
I've finished No 3's quilt and I'll try photographing it later... I need his 6'2" height to hold it up... and as you know teenagers are not always collaborators, not when 'he's playing a competitive and he'll get banned if he stops'. Whatever. Bloody computer games.
I've started de-constructing the indigo dyed vintage quilt:
The hideous background who didn't take the colour as it's obviously synthetic needs to go and be replaced. It's quite a slow process but I like the fact I'm in no rush and can unpick a little bit now, a little bit later... It's meditative in an otherwise frantic day to day.
I almost don't want to do it quickly.
First day of half-term for us today. It's 9.40 and the boys are all still in bed.
They also brought home their school reports. Some take things less seriously than others:
It's Autumn... and people have started losing stuff: