A bit hectic this morning, getting ready to leave town. I'll be in Philly from today through Monday, doing a combination of attending this festival and doing research for TA. The novel is set there, and while I lived in Philly eight years ago, I don't remember it so well. So time to break out the digital camera and take masses of photos, plus masses of notes. Should be fun, I think. Makes me feel like a writer. :-)
I discovered yesterday that my tiny sewing machine can indeed hem jeans, which is pretty cool -- the heels of my jeans were getting severely frayed, and now they're all fixed. Very satisfying. And after that, I hemmed a pair of Kev's pants, which I admit sent a ridiculously feminine domestic thrill through me. I mean -- it's not as if I sit around every evening making him clothes or darning his socks -- this sewing machine is likely to come out of its box maybe once every couple of months. But when I do something like this, suddenly I feel like Meg in Little Women, an ideal of femininity, the angel in the house. It's a pretty rare feeling, so I enjoy it when I can. :-) And am grateful that I don't actually have to do this at all. Ever. That's what makes it fun.