Relax......

Good Morning.  Looks like I'm finding the writing urge in the early hours of the day.  You may notice I missed Monday.  Don't we all wish at some time we could bypass Monday?  My Monday was spent in bed led flat on my back; pain 8 out of 10.  Maybe this is why now I'm so wide awake.  Sometimes though, the early hours of the day are the best.  The world sleeps and here I am writing my blog.  So what have I done since my last entry?  Apart from sleep, very little.

Once I was on my own and the witching hour passed, I decided to do some crafting.  Crafting, to me, is a fantastic release.  You loose yourself in what you are creating.  My passion is card making.  I love taking blank pieces of card stock and turning them into minature works of art.  No two are ever the same, and even if it goes wrong (as it did tonight) you bin it and start again. My daughter, Vicky, has a funeral to go to and asked if I could make a card.  These are the most difficult to design and make.  My original idea didn't turn out as I expected so it was demoted to the recycling bag and start again.  The second one turned out better than expected, even if I say so myself.  Here is the one I made for her. 

Sympathy Card

People relax and loose themselves in all sorts of activities.  Vicky loves to do tapestry, Richard loves to play on his XBox.  My hubby sits playing on his football manager game for hours, literally HOURS!!!  It's his form of relaxation and he can, and does, become totally oblivious to what's going on around him whilst he plays.  The other week when a shout went up with various expletives (his team missed a penalty), our daughter Vicky calmly said "It's only a bl**dy computer game, not the real thing.".  Well, if looks could kill........ 

As I said before I love to craft.  I started as a child with my mum and nana teaching me to knit.  I still have the first pattern book I was bought.  There are many happy memories within the pages of that small book.  My nana could knit.  From Aran sweaters to the most delicate lace baby shawl, she was very talented.  Not only could she knit, she could crochet, so from her knee I learnt that also.  Growing up and reaching teenage years, you didn't admit to liking knitting.  It just wasn't cool.  Unlike now.  Knitting has become the fashionable passtime for the 20 somethings.  In their stressful lives they have found relaxation in a ball of wool and some needles.  Once married, I knit baby clothes and hubby asked for an Aran sweater.  No problem.  He got his sweater.  It only took me seven years to knit it!!  I still knit today and have taught Vicky and Richard (her brother), so as my nana passed her skill to me I have done the same. 

Time for a coffee.  It's 5.35am, shopping channel on TV (less depressing than the news) and as I write this I munch on some cheese.  Dawn is just breaking and bringing a nightmare weather day.  Wind and rain.  Definitely a day to stay inside and do some crafting.  The housework can take a back seat for today.  I have a pair of baby Snugg Boots to finish, but as soon as I pick up my knitting needles our Jack Russell,  Roxy will want to sit on my knee.  She has this uncanny knack of knowing when you're knitting and you get no peace until needles down and she's on your knee.  There she'll sit with a silly grin on her face, knowing she has all my attention.  

It's officially the start of another day now, I hear the children's alarms going off, the activity of the house starts again.  My time to be a mum now.  Until later, Olwyn.