It's a terribly rainy day outside, so I am staying in with my big knit cardigan and a good fruit salad. Mum brought some raspberries from the market. They remind me of my childhood and when I used to pick berries in the gardens of my grandparents, shoveling them right from the bushes into my mouth.
I only remember sunny days without worries there. And a wonderful smell. You know when you sometimes get out on the street on very early mornings, and the day still smells so new, almost innocent. It's in those moments that all my memories of the gardens come back to me, and fill me with contentment (and I am not a big fan of very early mornings, mind you).
I've been working on a dress pattern these past days, but I find myself being too impatient to work towards the result. It annoys me having to use cheap fabrics to sew a couple of samples which I have to discard or alter over and over again. I'd love to start with the pretty fabrics already! But I know it would leave me just as frustrated if I wasted those beautiful materials on something that isn't quite the thing I would wear yet.