So we didn’t celebrate Memorial day… so sue me

We did plenty of other things and kept quite busy. And to take ‘s perspective on things (she recently said something about this regarding Mother’s Day), it’s not always necessary to do the remembering or the appreciating on a holiday, when one should really be doing it year-round (in responding to some of her fellow church-goers who were sad that neither of her daughters were coming over to her house for Mother’s Day, when in fact we have good relationships and sent her gifts and she feels quite appreciated). I have a grandpa who served in a war (which probably contributed to his alcoholism), and an uncle, and a cousin who returned from Afghanistan last summer so that he could get married (and he’s not going back), as well as a surprisingly large number of youth group kids who went into the service. I fully appreciate their contribution to our country, especially since I really don’t want to do it and obviously somebody has to (barring the debate about whether or not we should be at war, blah blah blah). So no Memorial Day cookouts for us, no visiting gravesites or anything. I touched a flag on Saturday, but it was attached to a boat and really had nothing to do with the upcoming holiday.

So what did we do this weekend? Well, we finally got some projects done! I know! Amazing! More exclamation points! I only have pictures of some of them, though. More pictures coming later this week, though.

We finally got the light fixture in the bathroom replaced. This involved patching, sanding, priming, and painting, but the end result is very worth it. (Top: old light fixture; bottom: new light fixture.)

did most of the work, but I helped. Specifically, I painted.

Also, the last of my houseplants went outside to catch some sun, and I got the corner unit cleared off. Now, however, it seems too empty. I'm not sure what to do with this space.

I cut out a lot of fabric. I mean, a lot. Three skirts, two pairs of shorts, a pair of pants, and three tank tops, to be specific.

Of course, I can't do anything until my sewing machine is returned to me. I anxiously await that time. I'm trying not to be impatient, but I don't have much more I can cut out. I ran out of patterns. I would have cut out another skirt and a dress, but the patterns I have were the wrong size range, so I'll have to get different ones (curses on the system that is totally and completely different sizing from store-bought clothing - I know that it's the store-bought clothing sizes that have changed, not patterns, but it still means that I wear a 6 at the Gap and a 14/16 in patterns, and that's just... wrong).

And, of course, I made cookies on Monday. Black and Whites, to be specific.

I've never had one, and certainly never made any. They're an interesting cookie. Cake-like, almost, in flavor and consistency. A very different dough than regular cookie dough. I hope to post recipes sometime this week, but I don't have the cookbook with me here at work, so that makes it quite difficult. You'll have to survive on photos of yumminess, and in the knowledge that if you're coming to SNB tonight, I'm bringing a cookie for you.