Because my dad was a teacher, every summer he had vacation while my mom had to go to work.  I learned early on that it is impossible for non-teachers to sympathize with complaints of “only having 12 vacation days left,” or explanations that being at the beach all day makes us too tired to wash towels.

As this summer comes to a close, I don’t expect sympathy, I know how lucky I am to have experienced a long and lovely vacation.  But if you can imagine for a minute that feeling that you have on Sunday nights, and then multiply that by 10, then you have a good idea about how I am feeling right now.  A big part of summer’s end is thinking about all that I had hoped to do, and looking at all that is left undone.  Like how is it possible that I am now running slower than when the summer started?

One small project that I did complete was recovering these throw pillows.  The white fabric is canvas, the black fabric was the bottom of a “maxi” dress which, at its full length, was too hot to wear in DC.