I have nervous energy and yet I need to sit and sew. Yesterday I fixed up a couple of Marty's outfits (wait... Bardolf's tunics) for the Estrella War he's going to with his dad in a few days (big interkingdom SCA event near Phoenix), I cut out a pair of black wool pants for him, fixed the wool pants Keith's had for years, and when I went to buy the right color of grey thread, ended up buying some striped wool for a new pair of pants for Keith (well, for Gunwaldt, his SCA self). Very nice wool.
So I'm sewing and watching Brother Sun, Sister Moon, a movie I will love for life despite that criticism of those who can't appreciate religious-art in the form of a movie. Had it been a painting with discrepancies from the historical record, or a sculpture, or a medal, no one would care. But make it HUGE, with real scenery and real medieval buildings and costumes and music, and people say "the armor is crap" and "Clare wasn't that age," and blah blah. ART. Art.
Oh right. I need to get back to sewing. But I needed to pause the movie anyway and remembered that the computer sits here looking at me. My new DVD player for the sewing room, which is also a camera and a computer. See the wool?