I dreamt last night that I found a pile of sketchbooks I had forgotten I’d filled. The pictures inside were drawings of people and nature, mostly studies on color and figures. In real life, no such sketchbooks exist (save a few that might be kicking around my dad’s house from high school and college). However, I did break in my new sketchbook this weekend, spending some time doodling and planning for future projects. I wish I had planned a little better for Christmas because I’d like to make handmade calendars for our family. I’m afraid I might not have enough time, but I’ll be going to the craft store to price it out and estimate the amount of work involved.

Now that my shirt is finished, I’ll be making a fairly simple tote bag, something I hope to become quite proficient at making. Then, I want to try to make a shirt out of jersey (I need a little stretch these days) and without a pattern (which may be a bit ambitious for a newbie). We’ll see.

My dad’s visit will end on Wednesday. It’s been a good one, though perhaps we spent too much time watching football this weekend. Hopefully, I’ll be visiting NY early next year and he should be back in Mobile after the baby is here. I’m glad that he’s retired and has flexibility to travel.

It totally slipped my mind that yesterday was the first Sunday of Advent, and we skipped church to take a walk around the neighborhood instead. Then came the football and a fire to keep Adam busy. I finished my shirt, took a long bath, and read for a bit. It turned out to be a lovely day.