Rainy day chaos reigns this Saturday afternoon. I come to you from inside the abandoned cubby house, hopeful that nobody will join me, and grateful I can’t see the mess out there from in here!
However, a bit of mess is not the end of the world and a family pajama day never hurt anyone 🙂 My girls are almost five and almost seven, and when they’re not driving me batshit crazy with their fighting, they are very happy with their crafting and imaginery games and I get to hook quite often now – a far cry from the early years, and it’s great!
So today I’ve finished my new project bag, using a pattern by Zeens and Roger and adding my own crochet flowers. A rainy day well spent!
I used to guzzle coffee and hurtle headlong through my days as a stay at home mum, checking things off my list, always thinking ahead to completing the next task or anticipating the next family need.
Thankfully, I’ve learned not too late in the game that slower is better, and it all still gets done anyway. That, and you have to fill your own cup too, and regularly, or everything will go tits up pretty darn fast – I learned that the hard way! My crochet is me filling my cup. It’s my creative expression in the midst of the madness that is daily life with two beautiful, bonkers little girls. It’s also my therapy, my meditation, my happy place.
Today I took a break from my Willow squares. I’m in the process of making a few, not unpleasant, but important decisions. I also needed to internally deal with an uncomfortable social interaction that had brought to mind past upsets, and triggered symptoms of anxiety, including some lost sleep last night. I needed something mindless in a positive sense, good for outside and also for a bit of Netflix chill time. I guess you could say, I needed to adjust my medication slightly? 😁 So, I brought out the two Caron Cakes I found the other day that I’d forgotten I’d bought – I know, evidence of addictive behaviour! I’m sure I’m not alone in my ‘issues’ with yarn 😂 – and started a simple bag I found via Instagram. All dc (US). No changing colours. Just some simple, soothing fun – I adore waiting for cake colour changes! Call me crazy, but to me it’s a perfect simple joy each time a new one unfurls.
So, the afternoon is drawing to a close and I’m sitting quietly with a big cup of green tea before the school run and afternoon crazy. Time for another couple of rounds (floor can wait just one more day, right!). Any lingering anxiety and disquiet have evaporated. Good decisions have been reached. Equilibrium is restored. It’s been a slow and simple afternoon’s hooking. Sometimes, that’s the perfect answer, whatever the question may be 💜 🙂