Because it’s Sunday evening and I am older and wiser than Friday night, I know now that I set myself up for a fall. It’s the first weekend in months which hasn’t involved a work deadline of some description and with two crafty, family, lovely-weather days ahead, I was ready to jump onto the trampoline and come over all Geoffrey Rush in Shine. Then I remembered that the true spirit of that movie scene involves nudity, except for a trenchcoat and earphones. (In case you haven’t the foggiest what I am going on about, please trust, the scene is all about exuberant joy and nothing to do with sleaze, despite the trenchcoat involvement). Anyway, I don’t own a trenchcoat. But I did own some big expectations. The weekend would be perfect.
Thing is, lots of things were mighty close to perfect. The weather was mostly bliss:
There was a fun, nattery, making-stuff Saturday afternoon spent at Kirsty’s constructing a HAC Multi Tasker with these girls. Which I promptly roadtested Sunday, making bias binding: you can cut! you can iron! you can hold things in place!
We went to the beach, found stuff – slimy stuff (please note: neither human nor echinoderm was hurt in the shooting of this image):
We pottered about, watched ants, pondered dandelion amazingness:
I started a Ruby Doll, crocheted a few granny squares, made Habitual’s Simple Kimono Wrap (but have only these unsatisfying shots because the kid no longer does camera posings):
In theory, it was a perfect weekend. Except life didn’t work like that. Instead it’s been competitive and fractious and fiery and niggly and exhausting and draining and all leftover coughs and ‘notty’ noses and I wish I was just talking about the kids. Now that those anklebiters are in bed and there is quiet, I can see how inevitable this sort of weekend was. There was air to be cleared and conversations to be had – ones that we have been too busy for. No doubt there will be more but now we’re doing a much better job at looking out for each other.
I only wish I’d made Kirsty’s ‘X Marks The Spot’ bookmark before the HAC workshop on Saturday.
I may have had better responses this weekend, had I already read the intriguingly promising next chapter: ‘The Right Answer to Everything’.