This morning I found myself alone in the quiet of the early hours surrounded by a tidy house. I do love waking up to a clear kitchen bench and not tripping over books or half finished craft projects on the way to the stove to put the kettle on. I love these precious days, soul food I call them. I notice my patience pockets are more full and it's easy to hold cranky words still when I get a few moments of solitude first thing in the mornings. They don't happen so often at the moment , my pregnant belly demanding my body sleep more and more.
I haven't been visiting this space nearly as much as I think about it. In fact there are a lot of things that aren't getting done right now. I have a long list of those. But they can wait because I know that they'll inevitably get done, crossed off, rubbed out or forgotten about eventually. A clunky computer that needs a good declutter and nearly forty degree heat don't help matters, along with a babe bouncing around in my belly. Well, they're the excuses I'm sticking with for the moment anyway. Right now the only thing I seem to want to do more than anything is to sit and stitch. Whenever I get a spell to sit I find myself reaching for that old embroidery tin. I even missed last Tuesday's yoga class to take the dog up the hill so I could sit and sticth while she fossicked. So this morning, with my peeps still asleep and a cool breeze blowing through the window before the heat of the day kicked on, I reached for needle and thread.
This morning I'm finishing off the last of the Snowy Day decorations and I must admit I'm a little sad at the prospect of these little beauties coming to an end, much like the sadness you feel when a gripping book comes to the last page, and also nervous as I don't have any follow up projects. I keep peering into my knitting basket at the projects left a while back in favour of needle and thread, but they just don't take my fancy like floss and felt are right now.
In between the cross sticth of a Selbu mitten and the icy sequins on a polar bear I've been sticthing away on a few bookmark stocking fillers. As I sit and sticth they sit and read.
Zahra even occassionally joins me making her own decorations for the tree, another thing on that long list, collaboarting on some Solstice birds, modelling and needle felting a St.Nic. He seems to be her theme this year along with Ruprecht. Last year her theme was Charlie Dicken's A Christmas Carol. She even left her shoes out on St.Nicholas night hoping for some Lebkuchen. He and his belly, ahem, were much obliging.
One thing that did get ticked off that long list was our advent wreath. It may have come a little late... but you all know the saying. Off to find some new stitching projects. Any ideas?
Happy stitching dear friends
Cxo
