- jam and chutney
- a badge for myself, designed by w
and a new big quilt
and i think i did a bit too much. because i went back to work last wednesday and by 3 o'clock on thursday afternoon i was feeling wiped out tired, heavy of limb and just yuck. by the time i collected w from creche and drove home i just had enough energy to fall into bed and stoke a fever, aches and pains and complete and utter exhaustion such as i have not felt since i had glandular fever when i was 16 (and that's a loooong time ago)
i still felt ghastly on saturday so went to the dr and was put on some giant horse tablets and ordered to take to my bed. so i did. i stayed in bed all weekend. i didn't cook, i didn't sew, i didn't knit, embroider or preserve. i just lay there and slept and noodled my way between the diaries, letters and biographies of virginia woolf. and wrote in my journal as the spirit moved me.
and it was good. i was sorry i missed meeting Linda at the art quilters meet-up but sometimes you just have to stay in bed and i rarely do that. and you know i'm starting to feel better right in the middle of me - i don't feel stretched and tired as i usually do, in spite of the wheather (which i wasn't going to mention but hey it was 45 degrees today and it's still 39 degrees now)
instead of raging against being ill, for once i listened to the deity/universe/ceiling cat picking me up by the scruff of the neck and saying 'just. stop'
so maybe this year i will try and cram a little less in and if i can't stop and smell the roses, maybe contemplate the washing up