…and I’m not sure why. It’s not like I’ve been madly busy, in fact the complete opposite.
I have spent quite a lot of time staring into space and wondering when the jobs market might pick up. And I’ve come to the realisation that I am a persaon who needs to be very busy in order to achieve anything, and that I need to have some structure to may day other than when the little chap might wake up (or not), I need to make a bigger daily decisions than whether to watch Gilmre Girls at 11.55am or 3.3opm. It seems I am a ‘the more you have to do, the more you will get done’ kind of girl.
I haven’t been totally idle though, I have a rather smashing looking vegetable garden, and here is the NEW GREENHOUSE:
I’ve spun up the majority of the jacob I’ve had for…two, ish…years, and some of the hairy herdwick (goodness knows what I’ll do with this, I’m thinking messenger bag at the moment, there will be 400g of it eventually):
And on Sunday I made a baby sling for the little chap (who is now quite a large chap, but not yet on his own two feet, quite) to sit in and which will save my arms from hideous strain if I just need to pop in for a pint of milk, or something:
I look wierdly baggy here on account of floppy trouser issues. A slight diet would do me no harm though! The blurredness was his fault 
The sling was made from remnants and this pattern here, and in making it I learned how to do a French Seam too.
