I was all set to blog blog blog...
But the ideas hit and then there was sewing to be done ( I may have actually sewn 38 toys this holidays).
New central heating is being installed ( This is so freakin awesome it deserves a T-shirt). How much fun have the cats had, popping up through the holes in the floor as the whim takes them? Its like one of those whacking games. ( without the whacking)
I did some visiting friends touristy stuff ( and thought about a job that involved horses).
And at the very end I made a new friend.
There was also a bit of house painting, a lot of thinking and a day or two lost to a crazy neck.
There are new ideas and crazy plans and ill-considered commitments ahead of me. I am doing big things and small things and wishing (as always) for more time, more time , more time, to embroider the undies, and make the stories, and play with screen printing and return to crochet. I want to master the Pinterest thing, and tidy up my blog, and tell you the story of Cross Olive. I want you to come over and have a cup of tea (or six) so I can show you all the half-made things, and the snippets of things and the disembodied heads and the headless bodies.
Just ignore the holes in the floor.