A week rushing around like a mad thing, sorting out future university affiliation for my sabbatical, checking out local schools for the children, working out the paper work and — ever still — taking an amused and somewhat ethnographic look at Italian bureaucracy. I leave tomorrow, to go back to my normal life again. Is it any surprise I didn’t have a minute to actually do any stitching, or even open the academic books I somehow fancied I might read this week? I’ll never tire of this view.
Instead, every evening, I slowly plowed through a detective novel in Italian, almost spelling out each word. As I usually read really really fast, this was rather amusing. I think I got the gist of most of it!
Even if I didn’t stitch a single stitch, I did flicked through some Italian sewing magazines — kidding myself it was good for improving my vocabulary, in a crucial field. I also layed out my hexies on the floor to work out how many white ones I need to join it all together. I have basted some, but I’m not so sure about the white now. The colours are a bit off here (it’s evening and the flash flatterns it all out), but I almost think the terracotta colour looks better in between. What do you think?
Happy stitching, JJ.