A few weeks ago I had a chat with myself about Time Management and I decided that I really need to take a different approach to managing myself. I have an awful lot of balls to juggle these days, and in order for me to continue to feel happy and upbeat it's essential that I keep on top of things. What this basically means is that I need to alter my natural free-floating tendencies and create a little more structure to my days. Yes, a little more organisation and structure would be very good for me, I decided. Just a little, nothing too harsh or stifling. This structure would allow me to carry on doing the things I love (and the things I am committed to) but in a less chaotic, flighty way.
My first priority was my studio. Last year I spent a lot of time wishing that I could be here more, yet even when Little B started nursery in September I somehow could not find a way to make it happen. Well not on a regular basis anyway. I realised that I needed to re-think the way I work my days, and make my studio time happen. Plan it. Organise it. Create time for it. So I decided Monday, Wednesday, Friday mornings, these would be my Studio mornings. It might not work out, but I am at least going to give it a go.
Yesterday was the first day of my new Structured Week. Day one. I dropped Little B at nursery, dashed back home to do a few quick jobs, then it was straight down to the studio (and it really is down, it's a steep hill and I ran) for two hours of happy time. Having a studio above a café is absolute heaven I have to say. It means I can kick start my morning with a really fantastic Grumpy Mule Latté, which gets things going rather nicely. So yesterday morning, emails flew out and I wrote notes (yes, I really did! This is the New Me!) and it was all very productive and fun.
After a while I tired of the wordy words and decided to make the most of a gorgeous sunshiney spell. I pulled my chair right into the patch of sunlight and settled down for some happy hooky work.
The joy that I feel when I work on my poncho is pretty immense. I get to play with colourful stripes (oh, those colours!), work with gorgeous yarn (mmmmmmmm, cashmerino!), and I get the most marvelous, precious thinking time too (ooooo, buzzy-buzz-buzz brain!). I think about all sorts while I'm methodically creating those long rows. I write mental blog posts, I think about recipes and make menu plans. I dream up holidays and outings, and all manner of creative projects. It all goes on you know, all those dreams, ideas, plans, thoughts, feelings, projects and activities, jumbling and tumbling over each other while I work my rows.
Every so often I have to force myself to stop. STOP!! Stop all that mental dreaming, planning, scheming and creating, give IT a REST! I nip downstairs and order up a second coffee, then settle back down and force myself to concentrate on the moment, the here and now. Coffee. Sunlight. Colour. Calm. That's better.
Back to my stripes. My hands are cold so my wrist warmers go on, and I spend the rest of my studio morning alternating between hooking and leaping up to take photographs of hooking. I ponder my poncho and wonder a) how big should a decent poncho be? and b) will I actually have enough yarn to make it much bigger? The rows are ginormous now, really long and yarn guzzling.
I put it on to try and get a feel for it, and think it does maybe need another few inches, then a wonderful border of some description. I really do want to get it finished asap as I am still bloomin' freezing in the evenings sat at my desk (ie right now) and I really, really, really want to get cracking with my Winter Wreath while it's still winter.
Tomorrow (Wednesday) is another Studio Morning, so I shall go full steam ahead with those rows.
Edit to add :: Grumpy Mule is a fantastic coffee, for those of you that asked!