Today is a strange, dream like, flitter from this job to that job kind of day.
We have been on the phone to plasterers about fixing our soggy kitchen ceiling, the boys have been chainsawing trees that have fallen down since the rains and have started to clean up around the place and we have been discussing leaving on our caravan adventure sooner than we had planned.
Indi is moving boxes of my stuff out of her new bedroom. Inside these boxes I am finding treasures from another time. Old diaries, fabric scraps, photos and other mementos from my life before now.
In one box I found the wings in the photo above. I made them and wore them to a dance party in the bush one time.
All my craft work used to be made in this fashion. I would draw an outline on a scrap of old op shopped blanket and then set my sewing machine to zig zag and colour in the shapes with millions of stitches.
After so many stitches, the work became hard and three dimensional. I haven't sewn like that in years.
It is such slow going and the pattern is complicated but I am loving it.
They gobbled it up using their whole bodies to launch them further and further into the bowl.
I feel the same sort of melancholy I felt when my babies started to eat solids and became less baby and more person. Any minute now they'll move away from our house and in with the chooks.
I'll miss these snugly, furry, sleepy puppies.
And I am thinking about all those affected by the floods. I can't imagine how emotional and physically draining this time must be.
I am crocheting round and around the back of the cushion cover and can hardly wait to stitch it all together and see how it looks.
Please be generous and make a bid on it if you can. ALL money raised goes to disaster relief for the families and communities that have been devastated by the recent floods.
What are you up to this sunny Wednesday afternoon?
Bye for now. XX