Yoooooo-hooooooo! Peek-a-boo!!!! I am opening my Attic window again, breathing in the damp, misty October air and waving gently to you all. Helloooooooo, lovely people, hello. I am just about back to normal after the whirlwind that was Yarndale, still incredibly shattered, but normal-ish.
What a weekend. Wowsers. It took my breath away, it was an unbelievable experience on so many levels. I am still trying to gather my thoughts and words and feelings (it was soooo emotional!) but I am eager to tell you all about it and show you some pictures when the time is right. Next week I expect.
This week has been a week of slow recovery. A week of gentle pottering and pootling, and appreciating the sudden change in season. Summer has all of a sudden gone. Just like that, we are all Autumnal here in Atticland.
The exuberant display of colour made me want to squeal out loud with pleasure. So I gave in to the urge and squealed about them to the amused postman who was collecting letters from the postbox at the time. It was kind of made OK by the fact that Little B was also joining in....
....he is big into colours (like his Mumma) and it amazes and delights me the way that (at age three) he sees and describes colours. I love love love that he knows so many different words for so many colours (eg not just "blue", but bright blue, sky blue, turquoise, aqua, navy, royal)
This week I have remembered what it is like to walk s-l-o-w-l-y from A to B. I realise that I have spent so many weeks lately rushing around at high speed, rushing everywhere in order to get the most things accomplished in my very busy days, that it suddenly felt ridiculously luxurious to slow down. I have pottered and wandered and ambled and shuffled and it has felt sooooo good. Today, for the first time in aaages, Little B and I walked the Long Way home from town along the canal tow path. It was gorgeously autumnal and peaceful. Incidentally, I am A-OK about it being Autumn now, as we are in October. October is Autumn in my book, bye bye Summer. I have packed away my flip flops, and today I wore socks for the first time in many weeks. It felt cosy and right.
We have had a week of grey mists and low light levels, and yesterday the rain came. My roof is leaking again and this afternoon a huge swag of damp plastery wall paper disengaged itself from the bay window ceiling. Oh dear. Need to find a nice roofing man to come and see to it, as the sound of water drip-dripping into the washing up bowl is hugely depressing. Lots to attend to here at number 24, it looks like a small (but mean) tornado has whipped though the place leaving a trail of dishevelled chaos in it's wake. Time for new routines and some seriously dedicated Home Blessing.
But not this week. This week I am dedicating to Recovery. Feet up on the sofa. It is surprisingly not coming easy, and even though I am incredibly tired I am having to more or less force myself to unwind. Sit. Drink. Eat. Its OK. Nothing urgent to do. Embrace it.
I rang my Mum yesterday and tried to describe Yarndale to her. My words poured out in an hour of gabbled, high pitched, over the top ramble. Poor Mum. She listened to me spill it all out, get it all out of my system, then asked if I could perhaps send her some photos. So I spent time yesterday printing some pages to send to her....gosh it all looks so great in images!
I would love to share my Yarndale story with you. Soon. I'm nearly ready.