Scuzzday Sunday

It’s amazing what one can accomplish while spending the entire day in pajamas. Today was an official Scuzzday Sunday in my house. The name comes from a friend who told me how she loves to spend a Sunday in pajamas – no shower or hair washing – and just do nothing. Scuzzy – thus Scuzzday Sunday. Since yesterday was my choice day, there were things I had to do today. I didn’t choose to do 300 pounds of laundry, but I did it. I didn’t choose to wash the kitchen floor and vacuum the whole place, but I did it. I did, however, choose to do this . . .

. . . and I did it. I finished my first Thuja sock. I only made one mistake, but it’s minor and I can get over it. The toe came out a little funky looking . . .

. . . but when it’s on my foot, it looks pretty normal.

And to prove that I won’t be suffering from Second Sock Syndrome, I already cast on the twin. It’s just that kind of day.

It was okay for me to have a Scuzzday today, because I didn’t end up staying in pajamas all day yesterday. I took a shower, got dressed, and went out to run some errands. I chose to do that. I went to the book store and to a few stores in the mall. It was SO crowded. I returned some impulse purchases that I didn’t need – nor love. (I do that once in a while. It’s not really a big problem. Really. It’s not.) Then I shopped for shoes. As I was poking around the shoe department in Macy’s, I saw a woman staring at me. I kept wandering around looking at shoes and she kept turning to watch me. I got a little nervous. I was trying to figure out if I knew her from somewhere. Teacher? Parent? Neighbor? No, no, no. Uh oh . . . did I have toilet paper trailing from my shoe? Nope. Had I tucked the bottom of my skirt into the back of my waistband? Wasn’t wearing a skirt. Then she said, “I love your bag.” I was carrying my B-4 felted bag. She asked me where I had gotten it, and when I told her I made it, she oohed and ahhed as she petted it. What a great feeling. Macy’s didn’t have any of the shoes I liked in my size, but I still left there happy.

So Scuzzday Sunday it has been. After my big conference week, I think I just needed a weekend with minimal human interaction. The mall visit must have pushed me to take the day off from the world today. My son was in the same kind of mood, so it worked for both of us. My blood pressure did go up a little bit when the doorbell rang at about 6:00. There was no way I could have answered the door. No way. I was scary. M. looked out of my bedroom window and didn’t see a car, so it had to be a neighbor. If it was important, they can catch me when Scuzzday is over. It will be better for them that way. I’m scuzzy.

3 Responses to “Scuzzday Sunday”

  1. jennsquared Says:

    That’s awesome. That’s all I have to say.

  2. anphoe Says:

    Nice sock, and keep going!!

  3. JennM Says:

    I’m so glad you enjoyed Scuzzy Sunday! Nice sock!

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