Not my yard, but pretty

Yesterday, Dh and I got up and covered a section of the yard with cardboard, then spread bark dust over it. I sweated like a pony! Then DH mowed the remaining grass while I went into the back yard, pulled weeds, then put down thick layers of newspaper to make future weeds feel unwelcome. And then we went to gym and trod the treadmills for twenty minutes. And last night, after dinner, we went to our dance class and struggled with the Hillbilly Mambo for an hour. OK, I gotta admit I liked the dancing part. And I was happy to be working with DH and making the yard look nice. Pulling weeds was in the shade, so there was something to be said for that. But except for the dancing, there was nothing I wanted to jump out of bed for this morning. What motivates me? Wonder if there's a Jazzercise class in the neighborhood? Or adult ballet. With recitals! I looooove attention! Dance recitals would definitely get my motor running! I am a Las Vegas showgirl at heart. A sparkly bra, a head full of feathers and a skirt made of seven yards of Saran Wrap and some beads - I would be in hog heaven! Hmmmm - there's a hat inspiration in there . . .

On the fiber front, I have gone to the dark side and am crocheting a mesh vest for the artist who is doing my book cover. And decreasing sleeve caps on the turquoise sweater sleeves. And considering doing some weaving. Would you be interested in seeing how a casual old pro sets up a simple loom?