Well, like just about everyone in the western world, I thought about making some resolutions for the new year. You know, stuff like "become professional hula-hoop artist" and "read more improving literature." But for a while now I have realized that most resolutions are nothing more than "do today what tomorrow you will wish you had done yesterday," and that makes resolutions simpler to make (if not easier to keep).
Now, for the holiday break, I had tons of resolutions. I was going to sew! I was going to take pictures of everything I had already sewn, to post here! I was going to send out some holiday cards, and I was going to bake, and I was going to catch up on my email and my reading …
[You can see what's coming here, can't you?]
Yes, the gods laughed, and the entire Dress A Day family spent most of the post-Christmas period sick as the proverbial dogs. When all the neurons in your skull have redirected their efforts to all-out mucus production and your joints feel as if they've been beaten by an assailant with a ball-peen hammer and a meticulous sense of duty, there is not so much with the "catching up". There's quite a lot of the "falling behind," though.
The one good thing about being sick, though, was that, for the first time, my little boy decided to take care of ME. He was the first to fall sick, and having the resilience of youth, he was well again, more or less, in about 36 hours. So he decided to spend his convalescent time ministering to me and to his father, by giving us pharmaceutical-grade hugs, reading quietly by himself while we zonked out on various horizontal surfaces, confining himself to watching only the cartoons that were easily navigated to with the TiVo, and, one glorious morning, by making me a lovely breakfast of toast and orange slices, presented on a tray. Considering that he's only six years old and that he doesn't even make breakfast for *himself*, this was heartbreakingly touching. Although I'm pretty sure he got the idea from this Calvin and Hobbes, which he'd read the night before:
Luckily, he knows not to touch the stove without a phalanx of hovering adults, so I didn't have to dash from my sickbed to call the fire department.
But what has any of this to do with resolutions? Well, this year, besides doing more , I'm also hoping to sew more from my stash of patterns, which includes this one, above. And to organize them, in one of those fancy binders that has the front and back of each pattern, for easy browsing. That way I can keep the actual patterns sequestered away and filed by number in a nice safe place, instead of piled in drifts around my sewing room. That shouldn't be too hard, right? A couple of weekends of scanning and photocopying? You're right — I shouldn't say that too loudly. The gods are listening, and I could still break an arm …