Every Labour Day weekend I have a tradition. I change over my summer clothes and shoes to my winter clothes and shoes. Obviously I don’t expect to be wearing wool turtlenecks effective Sept 1 so I leave a few summer clothes out, but I’m sure you get the idea. Also I have a lot of clothes and shoes so some years it really does take the whole weekend.
And summer in Southern Ontario this year was non-existent. It rained nearly, if not, every day. Until this week. Where it is now in the 30s. Every day. And I am roasting. Rotten summer. Late to the party. How annoying!
But on a happier note, Labour Day also heralds in a desire (in me anyway) to get some work done. Usually craft-related work as I’m not very house proud. I have a long list of projects to do before Christmas. Some are small (three more pairs of mittens anyone?) and some are large (three men’s sweaters…ok only one in size large thankfully) a few socks and some blankets and some aren’t even knitted but the prevailing theme is that most aren’t for me. When will I ever learn? I swear that 2009 will be all about me. Me me me and more me. Which I will get to as soon as I finish 2009’s presents for everyone else of course.
A Clean House is Overrated 