I *think* I’m over the hump.
This month has involved multiple 18th birthday parties and my daughter splitting up with her long-time boyfriend and moving to England to art school, all of which was fairly stressful for all parties concerned. It is hard to get things organized when the person leaving has retreated to her cave and spends days crying, but we did it.
The trip to England was a 6 hour whiz in and whiz out for me, made considerably more frantic as we had to wait 1.5 hours for the rental car and I only caught the return flight by a nanosecond – but the school seems to have started well, so that’s positive.
Work is still insane, but I’m getting better at drawing lines – and I got to go to Rome for two days last week (and ate the worst meal I’ve had win a good long while, which was a bit of a surprise. I also stayed in the most hideous hotel I’ve ever seen - think black vinyl floor, one black wall, lime green shag pile carpet….really nasty). I also absconded for a couple of hours for a manicure and pedicure in exchange for some of the overtime I’ve worked recently. I shall do that again. It was utterly delicious!
So now I’m officially declaring a lowering of stress levels – helped by my doctor who has given me beta blockers to deal with migraines, which have also had the effect of lowering my blood pressure. The headaches are better too…
The most stress I had today was realizing almost at the end of a delectable yellow sock that the remaining ball of wool was going to be way too small to produce a second sock of the same dimensions. Aargh. Nothing for it but to pull right back and shorten the leg. I could have kept going and prayed, but you know it just wasn’t worth it. I’m nearly back to where I was a couple of days ago – but that’s ok. Go with the flow and don’t sweat the small socky stuff.
Tomorrow is a half day in the city of Zürich – for boys shooting day. I could spend the free afternoon working, but you know, I rather think I’ll come home and hang out. I may even do a little sewing.
Now that would be something, wouldn’t it?
I’m still here… or I’m back again at least…
Bet you thought I’d emigrated to the moon.
It’s been a crazy month …or two. Too crazy. Time to make radical changes crazy.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t do everything and I’m not 21 anymore. My goals of cutting down, simplifying and living a quiet life went seriously out of the window. I mean big time out of the window.
And I’m worn out.
And I have done no sewing whatsoever. In fact there has been pretty much no running, quilting, knitting or writing. And that’s not good.
After our awe-inspiring not to mention awesome trip to Tanzania in July, I had thought that August would be mellow. I hadn’t reckoned with staff shortages and a million new projects at work, which meant I would have to work 120% instead of 80%. I hadn’t realized quite how tired I would get working and going to the European Athletics Championships would be (get up at 6, go to the office, work till 9.40, walk to the stadium, cheer on the Brits till 2.00, walk back to the office, work till 6.15, walk back to the stadium, more cheering until 10.30, fight my way onto the overcrowded tram and train, get home at midnight high on adrenalin and fueled only by coke and fast food, finally get to sleep at 2, get up at 6 and do it all again, for a whole week….) (It was worth it though!). Nor had I really appreciated the logistical nightmare of trying to get a not always co-operative teenager ready to go to school overseas, support another teenager through the university exams from hell or deal with a garden that had turned into a jungle (answer: give up and call a gardener) or the fact that my gem of a cleaning lady would be on vacation. Don’t even ask about cooking, laundry or any of the other things I would normally do.
I survived, but only by doing one thing at a time and very consciously not thinking about everything else that needed doing and all the stuff that wasn’t getting done.
But I realized that it’s all too much….I know, I know…I’ve said that before…but it is. and I HAVE to change – although I can’t imagine I’ll be faced with such a perfect storm of a summer again.
Now I’m wishing myself a boring September. Boring sounds so very, very good…
Since, well, since forever, I’ve had making a Liberty quilt on the top of my quilts I want to make list. I’ve been collecting Tana lawn for decades with this in mind, but somehow it’s never quite happened. I just never could quite make up my mind about what I wanted to do…
That’s all changed…I’ve jumped in at the deep end and the Liberty quilt has finally been started and is coming along nicely.
I’m keeping it simple. Liberty is of course all about showcasing the divine, scrumptious fabric. So I’m turning 6 inch squares into half square triangles with one darker and one lighter side and this is what I’m making.
Along the way I am discovering that all the years of squirreling away means that I can make a multitude of Liberty quilts….where did all that fabric come from? (The fairies must have brought it!)
Do you ever daydream about places you’d like to live? My daydreams usually involve chalets in the mountains far away from everything (people, commitments) where I could potter around and have lots of time to sew, raise goats and tend my fabulously prolific kitchen garden (I also somehow gain green fingers in the process). There would be peace and quiet and lovely views across mountain valleys towards snowy peaks.
(I conveniently omit to mention that they will probably be knee-deep in snow for 6 months of the year and are up windy roads with no barriers that would scare the cotton socks off me if they were icy – which they are for half the year).
Recently we did a gorgeous walk in the hills between Lake Constance and Appenzell – I wasn’t very talkative because I was away on a cloud daydreaming….
…see what I mean….