Well, it’s the very last day of September, another month of the year all but gone. Time seems to be flying by. Grey, gloomy starts to the mornings of late, and not just weather wise either. It’s been a fraught week at work. I’ve been left feeling exhausted by the constant treadmill of behaviour management, which I don’t think I’m managing at all well, yet others think I’m doing fine. I’m still putting too much pressure on myself to be perfect…
I went to buy some new skirts yesterday. I do like the current fashion of long lengths – that’s always been my kind of style! Drifty, floaty, off with the fairies. And I do wish they wouldn’t put huge mirrors in changing rooms … but I did stop myself descending into a dark gloom about my size, and I did avoid comfort eating too. Which is a little success for me. But if I think about it … I’m in danger of seriously beating myself up about it. It will sort itself out as counselling untangles the old learned attitudes towards myself and replaces them with better ones, bit by bit.
I’ve been crocheting over the past couple of days. I have one teeny wrap for a premature baby done, and am working on a blanket. Crochet is a challenge for me, more than knitting, as I’ve rarely made anything by crochet!
I’m also enjoying the relatively fast gratification of completing a project. It’s also nice to see the project grow so quickly. It’s not that I’m sort on patience, its that I can be short on time, as well as having a lot of other interests. But crafts such as crochet and knitting I can take on my travels with me, though I did chicken out of crocheting on a train last night as I travelled to and from a talk I was giving. I’ll get over that as I got over my extreme shyness at drawing/painting in public.
The current wraps and blankets will be going to Cuddles and are based on their patterns. I’ll just get a few more done before I pack ’em up and send ’em off.