...I have been off on some sporadic, unintended, bloggy sabbatical thing.
Tired of my own voice, I’ve been finding quiet in quilty making,
and french-knotting another weirdy, left-of-centre gift, [this time for a fabulous, departing-Melbourne type].
I have been knee-deep in four year old wardrobe attitude,
Until the four year old gave up the feist and fell true-dinks asleep, (as opposed to fake asleep), in the wardrobe cupboard.
I have been busy dipping a big toe into the world that is Parenting a Dyslexic Kid.
I have been taking big, deep, challenging breaths and playing a (hopefully) objective and (I-so-hope) supportive role, standing beside a different kid suffering from School Yard Angst. A tricky proposition when the mama instinct is pure, protective lioness.
I’ve produced twenty-seven million (four) cushions, all of which are modelled by my all-time favourite Lawn Chair.
Two of which were mostly ON-TIME birthday gifts,
Another which used lots of those teeny, tiny scraps from a certain marinating quilt top,
and took eons to make.
And another, which was so quick, it was a bit of a blink-and-miss, (Ikea fabric) affair.
Figures that my favourite is the blink-and-miss affair.
I have begun excavating the dear, departed stick insects from their salty tombs,
(not as icky as you might think and not even that whiffy).
I have been remembering the ‘YES’.
This particular YES involved three kids morphing into Wild Things,
a square metre of backyard mud, extended (with scrubbing!) showers and a Mountain of Laundry.
Already, the Spring school holidays are here and the year is near three quarters baked.
(It’s nice to be back).