Seems I've got out of the blogging habit. And you know what it's like with habits - once they slip, it seems like a monumental effort to get back on track. Even if it's something you enjoy doing. So, hello and goodbye October, you've flown by while I've been extraordinarily busy in real time. And I'm finding I've not quite adjusted to the shorter days yet, much as I look forward to this time of year. My time feels pressured, yet we get the same amount day in, day out, year in, year out. You'd think I'd be used to it by now. Is it just me, or does time really seem to fly as the years go by?
I've been enjoying the autumn light and long golden shadows cast on sunny afternoons. Enjoying shadows and silhouettes that look like papercuts.
I've found my knitting mojo again and have finally completed that second sock. Yes, I know it's taken months, but Pipany finished hers, so that upped the ante. And now I can't wait to knit some more.
I've been thinking that it's time to work on a christmas card design. Maybe another papercut, like last year.
And I have itchy fingers...I can feel a session with my scalpel and cutting mat coming on. Christmas gift tags anyone? It would be a start.
Ps. Thank you so much for Walter's birthday wishes. That boy is spoiled rotten.
He's also reminded me lately of his winter habit - when I get up in the morning and throw back the duvet, he waits until I've left the room, then leaps onto my bed, steals my hot waterbottle (it has an enticing furry cover) and sneaks downstairs with it. He likes to use it as a pillow. Makes a great perch to rest your chin on. Perhaps he's hankering for a water bed?