Thursday, October 29, 2009
Breathing in...breathing out...breathing in...
So far this week, my marriage has survived. So far, we still think each other is excellent enough to watch grow old and crotchety, even though this week it’s not just about living together and both working from our home. This week it’s about working together, WHICH WE REALLY SHOULDN’T DO BECAUSE NEITHER OF US IS BESIDE OURSELVES WITH ENTHUSIASM AND WE GET TO SEE IN VIVID DETAIL HOW MUCH CROTCHETY POTENTIAL THERE IS FOR THE NO TEETH, WRINKLY, INCONTINENT (ok, doing pelvic floor exercises as I type – everybody now – though not you three male readers if you don’t want to) PHASE OF OUR LIVES.
The vestige of remaining creative space, is an oasis of calm. I’m so late with this birthday present, there’s no point stressing. Every now and then, when things get FRAUGHT working with the Mr, I count the cut pattern pieces and take a minute to cut another one. ‘Think music’, Nikki calls it. She’s right, all sorts of things fall into place over a pile of fabric.
I’m stashbusting the Ikea, though I suspect once I’m finished, I’ll be braving an unheard of second visit (there’s a once a year rule for reasons of sanity). And I’m making the gorgeous, generously free pattern, Margaret Sling Bag from Elizabeth at Oh, Fransson!. Slowly.
PS. Kirsty, judging by recent weeks, is hosting a veritable Creative Space PARTY over at hers...