It seems that my seasonal ineffective disorder has been replaced by Summertime Overdrive Disorder. I'm so busy doing things that I should have done before, that I have no time to do anything I really want to do now.
As usual it was the Laundry that moved me. (I'm sorry, I'm trying to stop.)
You may remember that in a moment of blogging-induced euphoria I decided that henceforth all laundry would be done al Fresco? I did have the clarity of thinking to accept that the actual washing of clothing could be delegated to my washing machine, but I have been trying to dry and fold most of my clothes outside. So I am guaranteed to spend a least 1/2 hour a day outside, instead of in my laundry dungeon.
While I was enjoying doing the laundry outdoors, I could no longer ignore the fact that the yard was neglected and ugly. So from laundry, I went to gardening. I did about 3 years worth of garden rehab, tree trimming, tree planting, transplanting etc. So now I have an even nicer place to fold the laundry.
I also made this little peg bag to hold my clothes pins from some scraps some of which I covered with iron-on vinyl. It's very handy and the water proof top and back is nice if you forget it out in the rain. I made directions.
Later, with only a few hours to get my younger son ready for camp I found that his stuff sack had disappeared. How does a sleeping bag divorce itself from the stuff sack? My older son had just chopped the legs off his pants to make shorts, so I grabbed that fabric, and old sash from a dress I no longer wear, an extra belt, and a shoelace and made this.
He asked for the shoulder strap so it would be easier to carry. Doesn't this design look like it would be great for. . . a laundry bag? Each lad could have a personalized bag to tote that bale of cotton undies and t-shirts around. I got a helpful laundry tip from Andreae--don't mix it up by family member, then you don't have to sort it out. This idea and the laundry sack, were in my mind as I folded clothes in the dappled shade. Suddenly a revelation. . . the kids are old enough to do their own damn laundry. (to be fair: My older son is a camp counsellor intern this year and is already doing his own each weekend.)
Now I need a new blogging niche. And quick, before I start seriously contemplating knitting my own clothesline or crocheting laundry baskets out of garbage bags.