It can be tough for the children of a crafter to find their crafting niche. At first they follow their mother’s footsteps, but sooner or later they need to branch out. Some give up. I’ve spoken to so many adults that talk about their mothers making dresses/ knitting jumpers for them, but they never got the hang of it.
I don’t want my children to give up. Continue reading
I’m redirected and put on hold. Again. I’m listening to ….oh I really don’t know what. It’s up beat music, without being too annoying. Yet.
I rest the phone on my shoulder, with my ear keeping it in place, and pick up a pencil and start to doodle.
Some time later, I’ve moved up 3 places in the queue and I’m totally reassured about how much they value my call. I look down at my new doodle of a seagull diving down on an unaware girl dressed as an Edwardian. I set the phone on the table and put it on speaker phone.
Sigh. Continue reading
“A bird just fell out of the sky. Look. Over there.”
There was nothing to see, by the time I’d followed his outstretched arm. The space was empty, but I knew what he’d witnessed. Even though he’d sighted one before me. Darn! At least I’d been pre-warned. Continue reading