Wednesday. Cloudy, and cool, but high humidity. The windows are open, because — cats.
Breakfast was naan and hummus with a side of grapes. Salad for lunch with my pork chop.
Been to the chiropractor, now home; made myself a mug of iced peppermint tea (which is becoming a go-to), ate a pineapple ring (want another one, but so far holding out against tooth decay), and am fixing to place my completed embroidery project into my book, after which I will need to explore my project box to see if I have any more kits.
Stripped the bed, and the sheets are washing.
Made an appointment for a Monday haircut, which is none too soon. Flipping the coin on leaving it “long” or whacking it all off.
To-Do includes washing the bathroom rugs, so I guess while that’s happening I’ll steam mop the floor and the kitchen floor, too, why not?
This afternoon, I need to read what I wrote yesterday, and maybe write another few new words.
No, the excitement never stops. You can see why so very many people want to embrace the writing life.
How’s Wednesday treating everybody?
I finished my project last night at the needlework meeting:
The project is lovely, much nicer than my attempt two years ago to simply border a logo with blanket stitches. That’s when I first discovered how much dexterity my fingers/hands have lost with age. Your iced peppermint tea reminds me of Lord Julian’s “meadow tea,” although that is probably spearmint rather than peppermint.
I started embroidering again after a decades-long lapse because the drugs they gave me post-cancer-surgery did a number on my finger joints (other ones, too, but I type for living, and I could barely do that), so I bought a sampler and worked half-an-hour an evening, as physical therapy. Then I remembered why I’d started to do crewel work in my twenties. It’s really addicting, and comforting, in its way.
That’s really quite lovely.
“Iced peppermint tea” — isn’t that Lord Julian’s favorite refresher? He calls it “meadow tea” but refers to the flavor as “mint”. I think I recall (too lazy to search eight e-books) Julian talks about the cook using spent tea leaves as a base for the drink.
G. Burrowes seems to know so very much about the details of Edwardian domestic life, one hesitates to question her. However searching the contemporary web for “meadow tea” produces only an Amish/Mennonite drink which is simply fresh young mint leaves steeped in hot water.
Your embroidery is lovely!