I don’t have much to show for my time these days. I’ve got a couple of projects in active progress (as opposed to the works in progress that have stalled for one reason or another): my fingerless gloves and a year-long sampler stitch-a-long with an online needlework group I belong to (which I’m already behind on, of course). My evenings are so busy right now that by the time I get a chance to sit down, I’m more likely to be taking a cup of tea and a book to bed than doing crafts.
I haven’t made any profound crafting resolutions this year. I have some projects in mind and some general goals, such as using the supplies I have and finally doing something with at least a few of the hundreds (thousands?) of photographs I’ve taken over the past couple of years.
I have spent quite a few hours lately tangled up with metres and metres (and more metres) of black fabric, making a cape as part of a costume for a teenage cousin. I don’t usually do this “Susan knows how to sew; let’s ask her to do it” kind of sewing, but this cousin has recently finished treatment for Hodgkin’s lymphoma and I’m so happy to see her feeling more like her old self again. How could I refuse her fuzzy-headed plea?
There was too much heavy fabric to lay the pattern out on the dining room table. The cats love when I cut fabric on the floor—I ended up having to lock Jamie up in a bedroom for the safety of his whiskers when he started attacking my scissors. Me? Not so much. My knees are not the young things they used to be.