Firstly, thank you so much for all your warm wishes and sympathy about my fall in the garden. I really appreciated it and desperately needed some 'poor you's'. As the days went by the bruise came out more and although I have stopped aching all over my cheekbone is still a bit sore. I've never been one of those rush to the doctor sorts and I keep thinking even if something has cracked what can they do about it? I'm tempted to just go and get some bone-set, or symphitum as it's called homepathically and to take that. Oh, well I'll see how I am over the weekend (ought to find out where the local hospital is at any least).
So this week has seen me taking it easy on my pins and I've spent a lot of time reading. Managed to finish Jane Eye which I hadn't read for over twenty years and I started a very interesting biography about the Mitford family. It's called The Mitford Girls by Mary S Lovell. I got it for Amber really as she's been reading Love In A Cold Climate and a few other titles by Nancy Mitford.
By this morning though I was getting a bit restless and a sudden urge overcame me to go into the annexe and sort through my craft stuff with a view to getting rid of some of it. If I felt oppressed by my stuff when I was busy using it you can imagine how I feel now.
So I started off with the plant dyed fibre and dumped bags of it on the floor:
and then I took some cellophane bags, grabbed handfuls of different colours and stuffed 'em in. I now have about twenty bags all weighing around 100g of mostly cotswold fleece (with a bit of BFL thrown in).
I also went through my plant dyed silk squares:
I have some undyed silk squares too. Found a basket of lovely undyed blue faced leicester knitting wool, sock wool and lots of Kool Aid. Some oddments of plant dyed blanket too:
In the next few days I'm going to go through my felted jumpers and fabric. I'll also look out for anything that didn't sell at Christmas and put them up for sale (might do Etsy too if I have the energy).
So look in next week for my massive clearance. Everything must go. I feel liberated just saying the words.
Tomorrow is Rohan's 12th birthday. Sadly, Amber is away on a school trip but my sister and her children are coming over for the day so that will make it nice and special. On Sunday he's going bowling with three friends and then for a cycle ride (after a sumptuous tea that he's requested). Presents are bought, waiting to be wrapped tonight. Can't wait to see his face in the morning ...............................