Whew! My head is feeling full of clouds these days.
On the weekend I hit a wall. Saturday I took the view that I needed to get some exercise and wake myself up a little. The sun made a rare appearance and I paced around until I thought the tennis court might have dried up enough to hit a ball and not land on my behind in a puddle. A deep puddle.
Another tennis court that flirts with me, I think. Do you see it? The heart? Cheeky thing.
The next day I went the other way and buried myself under a blanket on the couch. The whole day! It took a while to fully embrace it but I eventually declared it a sick day even though there were no sniffles and no stomach ache. Just the overwhelming urge to move as little as possible. And to binge watch Bones on Netflix. And to studiously avoid eyes when others came sniffing around for dinner. I don’t know, do you get to do that every now and then?
Inspired by my tennis court heart perhaps, I did let my hands move just a teeny bit. I’ve been really interested in little loose thread stitchings lately and took the chance to try one myself. I had actually started this a month or so ago thinking I would just keep it simple and divide the heart into sections, filling it in with loose stitches. I did a few sections like the fullest part here but without the other thread running through it.
Well that looked awful and I abandoned that plan and picked out the other colours but cursed having marked up the cushion cover with permanent pen.
Yesterday I just started playing and it was exactly what I needed.
Here it is a bit farther along and in today’s dark rainy gloom. I think I’ll stitch those buttons on something like that and think I’d better figure out something else to fill up a bit more of that middle part. Maybe. Maybe a few beads. Maybe a little bit of velvet. I keep eyeing a gorgeous ratty velvet shirt that I bought years ago and love with all of my heart but that never ever fit quite as it should have. It was perhaps just a touch too small for me. I would breathe shallowly! The age old story: It was the only one in the store. I loved it. I bought it. It ripped, both the shirt and my heart. Sigh.
I know it looks like I could just mend it but this is a battle the shirt and I have had a few times. I give. Almost.
I hung onto it thinking that I could keep it in my life another way if it wouldn’t behave and just fit. Yesterday I thought I’d got there but as I leaned over it with my scissors I just couldn’t do it. Maybe it will start to fit. Maybe my youngest will want to wear it. I’m not ready.
So I’ll work and play on this heart stitching more another time but yesterday it was the perfect exercise in taking a breath and settling down.
Oh and I wrapped a few sticks! These are probably going to go up on my dining room wall as soon as I find some funky piece of wood to mount them on.
Back to my desk and life today! Refreshed! Refreshed? Well, slightly less groggy and creatively blissed out. That’s good too.