I started a new job on Monday! New commute, new building, new colleagues, new computer, new security pass, new desk, new manuscripts, new authors… That’s a lotta new and I haven’t touched my sewing machine.
Fortunately, there have also been flowers, cards, cake, smiles, many welcomes, and one extremely kind colleague to hold my hand as I took my first, faltering steps. The office building hugs the Thames, I can see the Tate Modern from my desk, St Paul’s cathedral is just around the corner and I have established where I can get my morning latte. Best of all? I woke up this morning and started thinking about what I’d sew next. That’s gotta be a good sign!
Photos were taken last weekend when I touched base with my roots. Always good to go home for a mum cuddle at times of change. Ella enjoyed being reunited with her cousin, too!
What do you do when life is about to test you? I can’t wait to start sewing again!