It’s late afternoon as I write. The light is golden. The yellow sky is adding an amazing glow to the already colourful autumn trees. My jewellery work table looks out on the big sky and the golden trees and I only stop when the light isn’t quite enough to work by.
These days, ever so gradually, I’m finding my way back to that level of creative escapism I had before the children were born. I tried various crafts over the years and seemed to have the resources, cash flow and energy to set myself up with the basics whenever I wanted to experiment. There were no interruptions, no need to clear away work in progress from a kitchen table and only a fire to keep going and dogs to look after. With J approaching 16 and E approaching 19 I feel like I’m heading into a full circle situation. I just need to work on giving myself permission to leave the laundry for one more day and not worrying if I don’t hoover every day.
Things have been a bit up and down behind the scenes lately. Nothing I can really talk about. Life. It’s rubbish sometimes. The shit hit the fan around about my birthday so it was a memorable one for all the wrong reasons. One gift I absolutely loved was this book from E. It’s along the same lines as the Listology series but so much nicer in look and feel, and presented as a weekly journal prompt. Gorgeous photos and such thought provoking lists to complete. I think I might wait until January before diving in. It looks as though it will be an exercise in positivity. I could do with a bit of that.
In the meantime there’s crochet as therapy! It’s full steam ahead with Ella’s honeycomb hat. I’ve had a subtle reminder that it’s cold and she really really likes that colour!