I thought I'd try a literal and straightforward post to see what happens - to see if I can avoid finding some hidden meaning and intuiting all over the place.
Tonight I lined some curtains. It's the second pair in six months. The first pair I did for warmth before winter and this pair I did because I hate it when bright mornings wake me up at 5 a.m.
I am not a neat person or have I had any 'formal' training in needlework but with sound spacial awareness, reasonable problem solving capabilities and an old Singer turn-the-handle machine that my mum taught me how to thread up years ago....I get there.
Obviously there's lots of wondering if a needle in the mouth is wise, seven pairs of scissors on the go to ensure there's at least one pair within reach/findable, thread everywhere, little tangles now and then, a lot of talking things through with myself and the odd mild swear word. I get into the flow (I was 'lost' to a Little House on the Prairie type existence for at least 3/4 hour) and gather a great sense of achievement when it's done. I've also hidden all evidence of my doings as chap is out - it will be nice to see if he notices that it's darker tomorrow morning.
There done. Very basic. And boring.
How many different things could curtains be the metaphor for? No beef or smut allowed.