Turning a heel.

I am full of nervous energy today and know I won't be able to settle to anything. There are things going on around here, things which could mean change for us as a family, but I won't know if they will go ahead until this evening. This is hard for me as I am not a particularly patient person, but I shall just have to wait...and wait ... and wait.



What a long day this will be. My usual way of coping with that jumpy feeling is to clean, so no doubt the little house will be sparkling like a new pin by tonight, dinner gently cooking away and much knitting/sewing/game playing will have been undertaken to keep my naturally fidgety mind under control.



Knitting is such good therapy for a restless mind. I find there is soothing in the repetitive working of stitches and my mind can ramble on as for much of it as I don't need to concentrate that hard, not even look at the work for some of the time. At the moment I am making a pair of socks for Davey. "Why?" I hear you ask, when they can be bought for a mere pittance at the supermarket. And you would be right, but there is nothing like the feel of something you have worked yourself, the mix of colours and the fact that they will last for years with luck. This wool is a soft mix of greys, brown and charcoal redolent of the granite rocks so abundant throughout Cornwall, and I love it. I have never knitted socks before and am enjoying the challenge, though I think it may be something not everyone would understand judging by the reaction of the girl in the wool shop who informed me with with a bemused and jaded look that 'Sarah will be here on Wednesday and she gets extraodinarily excited by turning a heel!' Just wonderful.



Sarah sounds just my sort of person. I love that I have so many interests in the world of craft and am always ready to try something new. I 'get' why someone can lose whole hours in a fabric shop just gazing and touching, dreaming up new projects, assessing the quality of velvet over tweed and finding them both appealing. I understand how a wall of wool can excite beyond measure suggesting cosy mittens or luxurious scarves to warm on cold days, how the sight of a pattern book can conjure up images of country walks snuggled deep in the folds of the softest of sweaters. I can stare longingly at papers and inks and paints, the myriad colours of soft tissue paper calling to me and boxes of pencils whispering to me to take them, put them to paper, create an image.



I have always been the same and remember having a go at anything and everything as a little girl, the fascination of creating even then being strong in me. I am the same with many things. Gardening and growing is a passion, a necessity to me. All forms of cooking hold so much pleasure too, as does the making of wines, the mixing of cordials. I love them all. I am lucky in that I share my life with my lovely Dave who also gets it all, even recently asking me to teach him to knit. Of course, thanks to the internet I am lucky enough to be able to chat about the merits of cotton over linen, 4 ply against chunky or card over canvas with so many other people who also share these passions. That is why I so so love the world of blogging where like minded friends can be made and projects shared.



Still, I am meandering in my thoughts as I try to push the waiting away. Time to get on with the day and see what evolves; time to start the orders and post them off; time to make and bake and play.



Time to turn a heel.

Have a good day everyone x