I'm squeezing in a minute here before lunch to get a thought or two down. After that it's off to a swimming party for the Bun's and then I can go and get the lovely 1940's bookcase I put a deposit on last week. Post party they'll be home primping and preening to get ready for the party we're all invited to tonight. I'll probably be allowed a nano second in front of the mirror to slap on some powder and paint.
The light is gorgeous here today. It's still freezing, but we're all toasty inside and it's the start of half-term so all very good. I've been fiddling around catching up on dull jobs this morning so I don't have to do so much next week. I've got to go in to work one day next week to catch up with some students so not a full week off, but hey better than nothing.
At the moment I'm finding it really hard to get going with any of the ideas I have. My job is really draining as I'm trying to inspire 16-18 year olds who in the main have been let down by parents and school for their whole lives. The day can start with regular moans of this is boring and thumping each other to full on energy, and enthusiasm with constant distractions. My LSA and I act like full on oddball nutters for the most part to keep their attention and make them laugh. All in all, it's draining and I've realised just saps my creativity. So I'm still searching for that much needed balance. I need to teach to pay the bills and I need to create to keep me sane. Somehow I've got to make the two go together.
I decided tidying up my endless baskets of started and now just hanging around projects might help me out. At the bottom of one basket I came across a pile of scraps from Sally of Sal's Snippets. I just love the black floral cottons and can picture a divine dress made just from them.
There was also a pile of the softest feedsack fabrics, all to small to do anything much with, but so gorgeous they needed to be used and loved again. I cut a pile of small squares to see how big a piece of patchwork I might end up with and I think it might just stretch to make the front of a bag. Like everything else though, it'll have to wait for another day - ho hum.