hiding behind the TV cabinet with the first full blast of the firework days up in the North, tonite. I met him briefly for the first time recently. I did not think I would see him that tiny. I am due to see him next month. The plans in place for a remembrance Indian. A Christmas meal out with the foster family of the boyfriend. And then again spending Christmas Day with them.
I am back in the bowels of a life disrupted with fresh ideas after a complete getaway. We explored the North of Wales by afternoon where the language is spoken quite a bit. And played board games of an evening ...
I am working through the tiredness. I have some fresh outlooks on the practicality of moving forward. In the winter it is getting to do the tasks in the lesser daylight without blazing the electrics. The schedule in attempt to settle in one room and craft away, when darkness falls. And work out the logistics of any keeps. The flourish appearing of crochet with charts, cross stitch and making a thank you card ...
The tug and pull of doing only the practical craft making without filling up my own home ...
The homemade calendar is requested again for next year. I have made cat toys. Therefore I am off loading the stash. One has had supplies in good nick to use and get out the home in a relaxing on the mood way. A win win. No outlay and the sparkle of those receiving the handmade with love gift ...
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