Tagged: work

Strange times


My beautiful pictureOn a whim, just before the summer holidays, I contacted a very wise former colleague and asked about getting back into governance.

I used to work for a number of different schools as what we call here the Clerk to the Governors.  When I finished at my last job, days seemed incredibly dark for a variety of reasons I won’t go in to here but as a result my confidence was at an all time low.

Over the last few years I have tried to learn to cope better with John’s illness and the stresses and strains that life has thrown our way, not always successfully.  I am learning to be kinder to myself and my quilting and handmade things have given me a new confidence.  Going to craft fairs and talking to people about what I do has helped me to understand the value of my abilities in a kinds of different parts of my life.

This week has done that too: an unexpected opportunity from an unlikely (I thought) source has made me see that I do have value to others beyond my front door.  I will try to remember this when stress rears its ugly head again.

I will continue to run Love Quilts and to make the things I love,; I haven’t stopped being a carer, the work I do can largely be done from home. I’m sure non of this will increase the frequency with which I update my blog!

Not silent Sunday


 I don’t really understand the silent Sunday concept, perhaps someone will educate me. 

This week I have been getting ready for the fete at Merafield View Nursing home next Friday afternoon from 1.30pm, doing some marketing and getting ready for self-employment again.  I’ve sorted a business account, spoken to tax credits, investigated changes to our income and we are looking for opportunities for John’s artwork, and he’s going to be trying to do some more illustrative stuff which I actually think suits his style. 

He has had so much to overcome during the past few years, it’s quite amazing to me that he is willing to try anything again but the idea of being in this quasi dormant state until death us do part fills neither of us with glee.  If the medical professionals could get their fingers out perhaps we would have something of an answer or at least an idea of whether or not stroke number five is a foregone conclusion or just a possibility.  I know which one the balance of possibility dictates.

Life, chez nous, is not, contrary to my tone, all doom and gloom.  We are basically happy.  We have lovely children and we love each other, our cups runneth over. 

This afternoon I shall be cheating in the kitchen; I’m going to use a Wright’s Carrot Cake Mix.  I haven’t tried it before and bought it out of curiosity, not normally being one for cake mixes.  I do sometimes use their bread mixes as they work quickly, even on a wintry afternoon.  Obviously full of flour “improvers” and other dubious things to help things along.  After that I will return to knitting penguins and jumpers and bells.  I will let you all know how I get on, carrot cake is so yummy it might be nice to have a cheat which doen’t involve grating.

Life is to short to have just one knitting project on the go. 

In other news and thanks to my ex-sister-in-law I have been spending a lot of time over at attic24, drooling over her crochet work and her life to be brutally frank.  If any of you lovely people could actually show me how to crochet I would be immensley grateful.