My days are long and slow right now in the midst of this cold, grey winter and I've been on a major comfort seeking mission. I keep catching sight of my squidgy overhanging body bits and thinking idly that eating danish pastries is not the answer, but oh they are so so so very good. They are my weakness, and right now in these tricky months I am giving myself permission to indulge.
I've been knitting again in recent weeks too, with another pair of stripy socks growing slowly on my needles. Knitting still doesn't bring me nearly as much calm, comfort and feelgood as crochet does, but wearing hand knitted socks inside my boots every day is just flippin' brilliant so I keep going with it. The problem is that I'm not a relaxed knitter. I tend to find my shoulders rise up around my ears when I knit and the whole experience is just a smidge on the tense side, but I do really love the satisfaction of sock production.
I've got a jug of bright yellow daffs on my table, and I love that they are so easy to come by at this time of year. The supermarkets have huge boxes full of them, bunches of tightly closed buds secured with an elastic band for £1, so it's possible to have a continuous parade of them in the house. The kitty has been eating them of course, and in times when she really, really wants to get my attention she will set about pulling each and every stem out of the jug so that they lay strewn across the table. It drives me bonkers, but in the big scheme of things it's not such a big deal. I love her crazy kitty ways and her big demanding diva personality. And I love having flowers in the house way too much for her to put me off.
On Wednesday the twenty fifth of January, there were blue skies and sunshine, which made it a day to remember in my book. We've had so much grey of late, so little sunlight shining down on us, that I almost began to completely forget what sunshine actually looked and felt like. It was wonderful. I try hard not to wish these winter days away (I really do, honest), and yet I am longing for seasonal change. Winters here in Yorkshire are long and I know from experience that Spring doesn't happen until late April so I do need to find some patience from somewhere.
Any talk of comfort seeking and you will most likely find me heading to the kitchen and putting my apron on. I am a comfort baker without a doubt. Little Person running a temperature? Bake buns of course! Weather being all mean and grey and nasty? Well there just has to be a lemon drizzle cake in the oven! Really, there is no hope for my squidgy, overhanging body bits until at least April.
Another tried and trusted comfort provider is the business of sticking sticky things. I have absolutely no idea why this is so, but over the years I've learnt not to question it too much, just to go with the feel-good and stick, stick, stick. Currently I am really enjoying my pretty washi tapes (mostly purchased from the lovely Dominika AKA CwlCrafts on Etsy), adding stripes of colour and pattern to all of my planner pages. It's just a small thing, sticking a length of tape to a piece of paper, but it does make me literally sigh with pleasure.
I've had a lot of quiet stay-home days of late, hibernating in the Attic and spending many hours conversing with the cat, knitting, crocheting, baking, planning and just idling about. It's been self indulgent and not especially healthy I guess, although at the time I'm carrying out the indulging and idling, it feels rather marvelous. But I carry a snippet of guilt on my shoulders, guilt because of the way I am allowing the days to slip slide away in a blur of under achievement and laziness. My to-do lists are teetering, the house is a shambles, and my overhanging bits are growing - I sincerely hope this is something of a short lived phase and that energy levels and motivation will return at some point sooner rather than later.
I have been out walking on occasion though, and there is comfort in that fact, yes indeedy. The hubby and I have taken opportunity to stride out into the wintry Yorkshire Dales, ignoring the mud and the wind and the grey and getting right out there. Pumping blood, stretching muscles, climbing hills and the such like. It's been wonderful actually. We walked six miles on Monday, and the sun shone through for possibly 12 minutes or so (as seen in the above photo). We sat beside the river and ate pie, and all was good in my world.
And I've been hooking too, in between all the other comforting guff. Oh my, this blanket, I love it so very, very much. The more it grows, the more I swoon. I'll be sharing Part 5 of the Moorland Blanket journey here tomorrow and I absolutely cannot WAIT to show you how the blue sky creeps in..........oh..............you're gonna love it.
I hope that wherever in the world you are, whether you are shivering and hiding from the early signs of Storm Doris, or trying to stay cool in the heat of your scorching summertime, that you find some comfort in your days.
EDIT TO ADD :: thanks for the advice re kitties and daffodils - she has only eaten small bits of petal so far and has been fine, but I'm moving them out of her way just to be safe. Thank you xx