As I was running around this morning trying to simultaneously drink my coffee, make my breakfast, pack Jamie’s daycare bag, and find him some clothes, the only coherent thought in my head was that it was shaping up to be a typical Monday morning.
Oh, I wish. Right as I was about to throw on my own clothes and leave for work, it hit me. The stomach thingy Mad Dog had been complaining about all weekend. Bad enough that you feel crappy, not so bad that you can’t function if you absolutely have to…so, should I stay home or no? A quick look at my calendar confirmed that I have an unusually light week at work, so here I am at home. Just as I start to think that I’m a big wimp and should have gone to work I feel bad enough that I’m happy to reinstate my butt on the couch. So far I’ve sorted through several boxes of books from my grandma’s house, divvying them up into keep, sell, and toss piles; and I’ve continued the weekend’s progress on the Christmas stocking:
As usual, it’s growing in fits and starts. I’ll get a good rhthym going and then I make a mistake that needs ripping and I put it aside. The difference is, I’m putting it aside for a few weeks at most rather than a few months or years.
Last weekend I was happily working through the first few sections of my new crochet book when MD teased me, “How many hobbies are you going to take up this year?” I reminded him that I’ve known how to cross-stitch and crochet since childhood, and that the book was for refresher purposes. I started sewing about this time last year, and really, the only other new thing this year will be when Kelly teaches me how to knit. Still he has a point. The thing is, if I’m holding a piece of sewing or crocheting in my hands, then I’m NOT holding food, or a drink, or a cigarette. I’m directing my energy (and stress) into useful pastimes, not destructive ones. So bring on the hobbies!
Are you feeling better, no more bug? I expressed to Hubbie that I wanted a sewing machine so I could make some of those high end things I see in stores. He said to me, like you have the time! I do understand the creative outlet. I think having children opens up a creation station inside of us that needs to be expressed and crafting, or making or repairing helps us express it.
I would love to do some machine quilting and of course I would love to felt.
Today I am reupholstering a very complicated chair. Thank goodness I have a very patient teacher. But still, we need to express ourselves and you are right, better to be creative and constructive instead of destructive to our bodies because we are bored or need something for our hands to do!
Was thinking this morning of great women in my life and I need to say, you inspire me and I am grateful to have met you, so many years ago, on a small hill somewhere in Italia!