Hello, hello, my friends! Jayzus, I kid you not, I have literally nothing to say about sewing because I’ve sewed NOWT but I missed you something chronic, like a pain in the gut, and I just had stop by and say, ‘How’ve you BEEN?!’ Did you survive the season of Death By Baileys? If you’re reading this, I can only assume so.
If I sound a little, ahem, frazzled that’s because I am. Christmas was incredibly lovely – one of my best for years – but I never quite stopped working. And then I came home and decided to work some more. So then I gave up on the make-up. And then I decided washing my hair was a waste of time. Eating became one of those boring tasks you do to stop yourself from dying. You know the type of thing. Or hopefully, you don’t! If it hadn’t been for Ella nagging me and clawing at me when she thought my auld arse was about to get permanently moulded to the office chair, I’d probably have the neighbours asking what that smell was by now.
And in the midst of all this, I did not pick up a needle. Chronic, I tell ya!
Anyway, the craziness was all self-inflicted, a project dear to my heart and I wanted to start 2019 feeling that it was done. And now it is. So now I can sew again.
I can’t tell you how happy that makes me. And when I next return I promise to stop doing a bad Marian Keyes impression and I’ll be back to my calm, placid self.
In the meantime, here’s a photograph of Ella wearing an Elizabethan ruff from one of our rare excursions (on New Year’s Day, no less) and it makes me laugh like a drain. I hope you do, too!
PS Did I mention that I missed you? Because I really, really have.