From Monday I became scattered. This has happened to me my whole life, but I only really notice it now as I don't have deadlines. There is no one I HAVE to do anything for. This is probably the singularly greatest thing about being retired. Mondays, if I'm not blue, are really special, as I have the day to myself. When I become scattered, I never do anything I set out to do. I haven't made one piece of jewellery. Monday I spent the day potting around the garden, knitting and watching Vampire Diaries, which Simon had recorded for me.
Tuesday was not very different. In the morning, my car was towed to the service centre to have the V-belt etc repaired. In the afternoon, I cared for Liam. And did more knitting. Wednesday was not a lot better. Liam was with me in the morning, in the afternoon I watched recordings of Fringe. We collected my car in the late afternoon and she is purring again.
Thursday, off to collect a sewing pattern that I'd ordered and then my new spectacles. I think they look great. A lot lighter coloured in the frame than my last pair. I also fetched Liam from Joce's salon as she went in earlier than usual. It was so hot in the late afternoon that Liam and I sat in the garden. I managed to get a look at my new Elle Decoration while Liam sat cooing in this pram. I've been a bit slow with Joce's jersey, aside from the 162 stitches, it's a cable pattern. Not difficult but if I don't pay attention, I make mistakes and have had to pull out rows more than once.
|Sprouts in the wormery|
Here is a picture of "The Secret". I painted this in acrylics while we were away in November last year. The pic has been on my Face Book page. Bevan had to help me, as she looked like a Geisha girl at one stage. She is hanging the guest room at present. I was thinking of having her framed? The picture got it's title from Pearl, Claire's Mom. While the painting was in progress, Pearl said she looked like she had a secret.
I was dianosed with burnout in July 2009 and spent a month off work. While I was off, it was recommened I read Women Who Run With Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes and The Artists Way by Julia Cameron. I'd started both books but didn't get very far. Probably just too exhausted. Seeing that I've been feeling scatty lately, I think I'll go back to them.
Still wading through The Winner Stands Alone. I refuse to read anything else till this book is finished.
Maybe when I post again, I'll have settled and have been more productive.
P.S if you're thinking I could have finished off the oval stone in the heading picture (it's chipped on one end) I have added bead caps to hide the chip, but have not taken a new photo.