So the past week has been a rude and abrupt awakening. (
The geezer should just throw a bucket of cold water at me in the morning, but lets not encourage that) Back to the blah humdrum of corporate life and I struggled. Oh, how I struggled! I’m a bit of a sleepy grump in the mornings. One caffeine hit a day isn’t enough.
But I’m persevering with keeping up the creative momentum. A row or three every night, in front of the boob tube. See here the beginnings of a stripey thing.

It’s way distracting to pass a
yarn shop on the way home everyday and not venture in for a look-see. This inevitably results in me venturing in, imagining a new project in my mind to match whichever wool hank I’m petting, handing over some dosh and failing to exert will-power again. Resistance is futile!
I’m finding there is a direct relationship between my resuming the crafting and the increased lure of the craft supply shops. Using up the stash equals the need to replenish. No creativity, no stash movement equals piles gathering dust, forgetting what’s in the stash (
where did I hide those buttons?) and potential for said fabric stash to be transformed into a nest for rabid spiders………….by the way, the geezer valiantly gassed and squashed five large
huntsmans (
vile cretins!) since we moved five months ago, even though he’s secretly a quivering mess inside when he sees them, too. Ain’t love grand? Anyhow, more incentive for me to keep up the crafting.

This weekend I swear to reply and/or comment back to everyone who’s popped in here. I’ve been abysmally poor at the replies. So rude. And although I’ve apologised before to you bloggy peeps for the poor standards here, I'm very appalled at myself for letting it get to this state. Thanks again for understanding and continuing to visit.
One more tidbit before I sign off, here’s an
interesting article I came across via this
great site. Cos I need to wash my mouth out every now and then. The kiddo, all innocent-like, said the f-word back to me the other day. (
Mum, she only said it once, and she knows its a naughty word now) Guess who she picked it up from. Gah!
Cheerio!