foibles.
Now, I don’t know about you
but...
I find I am getting increasingly odd.
Finishing my hand sewn Christmas cards, which I ought to say making has given me great joy and contentment.
In the past I have always used a sewing machine, which I now know doesn’t bring the same level of
fulfilment.
Come on get to the point LL!
Every little scrap of fabric offcuts I can’t bring myself to throw away. Even though for the life of me I can’t envisage using them any time soon. Or come to that... ever!
Carefully I stow them away.
Life at the mo is living at the coalface of house selling. Our purchasers are having a wobble about Brexit and how the world as we know it will come crashing down. Me, after a hiccup
healthwise, blood pressure off the
scale have decided to meditate. Twice a day, I get in the zone of acknowledging the worries and letting them go. Which I ought to say seems to be working. I am cheery and back to my almost old self. My head is no longer full of what ifs, similar to a fart in a colander looking for a hole to get out, type of thing. Is it any wonder my head was on the launch pad on an unmanned mission to Uranus?
I am calm, chilled, enjoying sewing and being creative.
If the folk decide against our home, I will be sad, but let’s get things in perspective here, we are in the top 2% of people on the planet... life is good.
Oh, and I forgot to explain my other strange little idiosyncrasies. They can wait for another day.
fulfilment.
Come on get to the point LL!
Every little scrap of fabric offcuts I can’t bring myself to throw away. Even though for the life of me I can’t envisage using them any time soon. Or come to that... ever!
Carefully I stow them away.
Life at the mo is living at the coalface of house selling. Our purchasers are having a wobble about Brexit and how the world as we know it will come crashing down. Me, after a hiccup
healthwise, blood pressure off the
scale have decided to meditate. Twice a day, I get in the zone of acknowledging the worries and letting them go. Which I ought to say seems to be working. I am cheery and back to my almost old self. My head is no longer full of what ifs, similar to a fart in a colander looking for a hole to get out, type of thing. Is it any wonder my head was on the launch pad on an unmanned mission to Uranus?
I am calm, chilled, enjoying sewing and being creative.
If the folk decide against our home, I will be sad, but let’s get things in perspective here, we are in the top 2% of people on the planet... life is good.
Oh, and I forgot to explain my other strange little idiosyncrasies. They can wait for another day.
I had to investigate "coalface". What a great word. Down to the nitty gritty.
ReplyDeleteIt is a great word, trouble with me Joanne if I find a word/expression I like I do tend to over use it!
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When I glanced at your post at first I thought you wrote increasingly old, then I saw you wrote "odd." Both words fit me, ha ha.
ReplyDeleteYou and me both... let’s celebrate the fact.
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