When the road is bumpier than usual, the ride is rougher and sometimes despite any smooth sailing, it’s harder to get back on track. I enjoy our holiday breaks but this one has left me exhausted and flat due to unexpected events.
After a decent amount of repair work on my car over the last few months, it broke down again at the beginning of the holidays, leaving me feeling let down, disillusioned and forcing me to buy a new car.
My step dad, Pat is still in hospital, though his visit was planned.
My mum was in hospital too,(not planned),we brought her home last Monday after she recovered from an ecoli infection that went to her kidney!
I then received news that a close friend died and though she was quite ill, it is always sad particularly as she was only my age, leaving behind her husband and two teenagers.
Everything got mixed up.
I tried some retail therapy which did little for me.
Book therapy was much better. A good second hand book fair and escapism between a few pages.
Mastering the treadle machine required more rhythm than I was currently capable of, so mum’s kitchen curtains were finished with a faster model. I will have to experiment more with the beautiful treadle machine later on.
Much of this weeks making was done in my head what with recent mishaps leaving me pensive, I have been writing.
The stress and drama of extra financial burdens and the unbearable surrealism of death...this friend is the fourth to die in as many years.
I’m trying to shake it off but it’s caked on like mud and seems to need more drying time so I’ll stick with it for a bit and hope it’s rejuvenating.
For me, it seems there is not much difference between wondering and wandering. It has always helped me find inspiration. Creative dabbling is good for the soul, I couldn't imagine life without it and often surprise myself by what I come up with.