A Few of My Favorite Things

Maberga Makeover day 7 in which insulation arrives.

Isn't funny how it always happens that directly following a really long day the night is extremely short? I suppose it has something to do with the rotation of the earth on its axis, and the earth around the sun and that there are still only 24 hours in a day.

That was just a not so clever way of saying that Augusto showed up WAY too early this morning.

Well, not really. When he saw me in my pj's trying to re-tape the plastic sheeting to all the entry spots of the current living spaces in some futile attempt to keep dust and dirt out, and when I only sort of grunted a Buon Giorno, he said, "I can come later in the morning to work if you want."

My response was involuntary, "hell no! Let's get this shit done!".

So, I'm not actually complaining that I have a guy working on my house who shows up early for the job. That would be just plain silly to complain about. All the same, when he started the sledge hammer this morning it seemed a little too close to yesterday.

We're making the door to the bedroom bigger.



I wanted "french doors" on the bedroom. I don't know why. They will just open onto the street, not onto some beautiful veranda where coffee will be waiting for me every morning or anything like that. But it still sounds kind of romantic, doesn't it? Anybody know why double doors are french and not, say, Hungarian? I was in Europe for most of the Bush years, are they now called "democracy doors" or something like that? In Italy they are called, um, doors.

As I mentioned earlier, the bedroom got a little insulation today and a lot of new bricks.



Ok ok ok, enough of what Augusto did today, how about me?!

Check this out! My very first duvet cover! Of course I mean the first one that I made myself...



Let's look again...



Yep, it's reversible.

(NOTE TO ANYONE READING THIS WHO SEWS: please don't let on that to make a duvet cover all one has to do is sew two sheets together with three and a half straight lines. Let's just marvel at the magic and not give away the trick, ok? Thanks.)

AND, the best part of everything that happened today at Casa Cornwell...I sewed my very first skirt! Ok, technically it's my third skirt because a couple years ago I cut up some old jeans and made them into skirts, but they don't really count because the nice people at Levi Strauss did most of the work. Anyway, as I was saying, I made my very first skirt!



Yeah, I know, it's kind of hard to see. I don't own a full length mirror and was too embarrassed to ask August to take a picture of me sporting my new skirt made from sheet left-overs.

Yeah, if you look closely in that door window photo you'll notice my new skirt exhibits a striking resemblance to my new duvet cover.

Please don't anyone make any references to The Sound of Music or Gone with the Wind in the comments - those were curtians, not the same thing at all.