It’s been a languid Labor Day Weekend — lots of tennis, a big pot of chile last night. Eggplant parmesan is on the menu for tonight.
I miss family bad over holiday weekends; what’s a holiday weekend without making potato salad for eighteen? If not for US Open doing the traditional holiday marathon coverage it would have felt like any old fin de semaine. I missed my daughter especially, because I was reminded of all those tween years when we watched her heartthrob Pete Sampras thunder ace after ace. But nostalgia can sometimes be a drag on cheerful, so I’m not going down that road.
I slept too late, spent too much time on the couch watching tennis and flipping through the Sunday Times. But I retain some apron discipline: between sets or after midnight I sewed two aprons. One is a commission and a Christmas present, so I can’t show it yet. I’m waiting foe a delivery of custom chosen fabrics for other special orders, so I went back to the holidays theme: something autumnal,a Thanksgivingy print on one side, a Christmas print on the other.
The autumn side: