October has crept in here in Somerset in dank and dismal fashion. My hair ends up in wiggles by the time Louise and I have walked to school. The hedgerows are full of big fat spiders in their perfect webs which glisten like diamonds with the mist droplets. The berries are plentiful on the trees - that might mean a hard winter - but the leaves are very slow to turn.
With the exception of a couple of days last week it has still been very mild and my poor garden is most confused.
The fruitfulness all around me hasn't really been echoed in my stitching room.
My two probationary quilters did complete their first blocks last night - they were giggling because you couldn't see the silly faces they were pulling behind their blocks in this picture - 15 going on 4! Then they made a start on cutting out the pieces for a second block - a sawtooth star.
I'm afraid my rotten cold has left me full of catarrh and feeling listless, the greyness of the weather probably isn't helping either and being very busy at work along with ferrying the kids around in different directions is sapping my energy levels too.
On top of this some vitriolic words this morning from the mother of one of Louise's classmates about something totally inoffensive I'd mentioned in passing to her daughter about sharing homework text books didn't improve my demeanor either. Some parents are just totally convinced they have perfect children aren't they? In this case nothing could be further from the truth. Mine isn't an angel either but at least I don't profess her to be. However the result of this aggressive confrontation which left me unusually lost for words was I couldn't get it out of my mind all day. That in turn distracted me from a pile of things I had hoped to achieve at work - somewhat counterproductive.
However all in all I am much better than I was last week which is a blessing and the offshoot of it all is I've decided to reassess my committments to things outside the home and family to make me feel less under the kosh all the time. I've realised that if I can't dedicate sufficient time to a task to do it properly then I should hand it back instead of beating myself up about it and achieving less than required.
I had taken on the role of booking speakers for the local quilt group - I now realise I just do not have the time to do the job properly and it was hanging over my head like the Sword of Damocles. Now I've handed it back I feel much better. To be honest at present I can't even drum up the time to attend the monthly meetings much less arrange them.
On a lighter note here's a little bit of nonsense I stitched in and amongst everything during the summer time - all done in french knots totally at random the heart measures about 2.5" high.
I'm not sure what I'll make it into but I did enjoy stitching it.