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Happiness is finishing a pair of leather boots, and not caring that they don't match in the least. People, you must come back and see my boots! I command ye! But finish your vacation first. I've been coming home for lunch every day. It's fun. I don't think the sewing would stand up to the pebbly sidewalks if I tried it with the boots, so I'll just leave them for lab work; they're definitely closed-toe! I love these things. I don't think I'll ever wear anything else to PVA again. And I put feathers and pendants on the drawstrings! Luvluvluv. I never thought I'd say that. Suz's overabundant yellow leather string came in QUITE useful. And as for the rest, I have plans...

Mama came home yesterday from Wal-Mart with two yards of a gorgeous cloth that has a picture panel of a white Siberian (though in the jungle with bamboo, etc) every yard. Bedcover! Yiss. And she bought the matching bamboo-weave-painting cloth that has a pattern just like the frame around the panel, and a cloth that has just the bamboo background, and a cloth with a bunch of little different white tigers; my senses of aesthetics are quite pleased. Expect more sewing soon.

For the first time ever in any romantic inclination I've ever had, I have been unwillingly, forcibly reminded of a physical mannerism of his and had a visual representation of it run through my head several times. I was watching people move, and thinking (well, it was more than that, but I see no need to flood you with details), and a picture of him with his gracefully careless stride just flashed involuntarily through my head. It was very different.