Things have been busy busy busy here. Cath is working like a mad woman (are mad women particularly assiduous?) marking art major works before the exam marking begins. I'm trying to get some things made for the Christmas markets while looking after my three little beauties. But as Cath says, "It's all good." The blessings I have been given are so evident, but I do need to be grateful in the midst of the chaos. Lucy observed the other day that Tim (aka her Dad) was like Mr Pernickety on The Mr Men Show and I was ... well Little Miss Messy. Sadly she's right. Tim would dearly love to build me a shed in the backyard and banish me to it. But I think he's worried that I might forget to come out.
Which leads me into one of the problems with this craft gig. It is so incredible addictive. So I thought I'd make a little bird the other day and I made five. And three elephants. I need to keep dragging myself back to the basics of what I'm meant to be doing. But whenever I see something cool I want to try and make one too. I am quickly learning my boundaries.
Tim's Dad returned from a visit to the lovely Meg, Dave, Luke and Henry in Atlanta and with him came an assortment of vintage buckles, buttons & playing cards that Meg has been hoarding for me. I can hear them calling out to be made into lovely things but until I get this hovel of a study organised I have no flat surface on which to make things.
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