This weekend has been low key and uneventful, a few days of nothing much and it has been wonderful. I've stayed close to home, only heading out for an hour this morning to go and get essential food supplies. I've slept rather a lot, falling asleep at odd times on the sofa with the Little People coming and going around me. It's as if my physical needs just took over and for once I allowed it to happen. I feel much better. My head is clearing (finally) and my finger....well, it is better but not better. I can crochet in short bursts, but only if I hold my yarn/work in a different way, so it's a bit slow going. But better than last week, yes, loads better.
I picked flowers just now you know. A most scrumptious little posy gathered from the front garden (a rose, alchemilla and geranium) and the back yard (honeysuckle, daisies and chives). Oh so good to have those stems in my hand!
I love that precise moment when a little jug is filled with water and the posy is popped into it just exactly as it was held in my hand. Pop! Then ta-dah!
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
I've had some renewed energy in my mind and body this afternoon so I decided to put it to good use and paint. Yeah, and why not? I bought this super-cute little pine shelf hand made by Les the Woodman last week and it was delivered on Saturday. I'm so pleased with it, it's exactly what I've been looking for as a photo-prop for the studio. I'm going to hang it on the wall near my window so I can use it for photographing my crochet items, either on the shelf or hanging from the shaker-style pegs underneath.
I blagged the half-tin of paint from Tracy, she's already used it to paint a couple pieces of furniture in the studio and I thought it would be lovely if my shelf was the same colour. It's an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous shade of blue called Blue Ground by Farrow & Ball. I have totally fallen in love with it and have had to stop myself going off around the house to paint random pieces of furniture in Blue Ground.
It has felt good to do this today, I am so glad to be feeling a bit better. A bit more on top, a bit more *me* again.
A funny thing happened earlier. As I was uploading these photographs to my laptop I had a sudden memory of repetition. Sure enough, when I looked back through my archives I discovered an almost identical jug of flowers on almost the exact same date in June last year. Not only that, but the whole post from last year contained pretty much the exact same feelings that I've been experiencing this past week. I can't make up my mind whether this weird repetitive annual rhythm is a good thing or a bad thing, but truthfully I don't suppose it matters. So long as life is on the up, then that has to be good.