1918

Okay, so this checked dress it is. I don't know if I will start on it immediately or if I will make the Hedvig outfit first, but at least I have decided which one to do. Now I only have to overcome my fear of modern tailoring techniques, like how to make collars with lapels. herzeloyde says it's simple, but since like ten times better at sewing than I am I don't know if that's comforting. At least I know where to go for help.
I need to mail Jen too about getting a larger picture of the sketch of the back and to know what the description says. Since it's a summer dress I assume it's from either cotton or silk, but I'm thinking about using thin wool; tartan in burgundy and navy and plain navy. Because I have wool and very little silk or cotton.

The road not taken

I dreamed about an old friend last night and today I discovered that he has a blog. It's a totally un-personal, political blog, but still. I like seeing what people do.
We were really good friends in the years around 1990 when we and a few others were the driving forces in different kinds of political activism, mostly directed at environmental issue, but also about worker's rights and other solidarity issues.
When I met the father of the twins I had been doing this for many years and was quite burnt out on activism and when I had the twins I just dropped out of that environment. And except for a short while around the EU Summit in Göteborg 2001 (pretty neutral and accurate article) I haven't gotten back.
I am happy with my life, but sometimes I miss those days, and feel guilty about my current inactivity; where I use my energy to take care of my family and enjoying myself (aka sewing).

Anyway, Kalle, as his name is, continued with politics and went on to the parliament, where I know he's doing a lot of good. He really is a person I trust. I don't think we've met and sat down and talked for almost ten years, but it doesn't matter; I would trust him with my life, and I would fight well to save his.
But I wonder, if I had chosen politics, where would I have been now? I applied for a job at the party once, that I didn't get, but what if I had got it? For one, I would have been living in Stockholm. And maybe Rickard and I wouldn't have been together?