Maida
On my list of places to see in Edinburgh, this summer, was the memorial to Sir Walter Scott. Some people travel far to see the great writer, but we were there to see his beloved deerhound, Maida. I’m glad we made it. I know that look well, after years of having deerhounds.
We had our latest deerhound pup with us in Edinburgh. He did his best to replicate the statue by the steps, but he’s young and easily distracted. Seems a good excuse to go back when he’s a little bit older.
I made a beetle blouse
I’ve been sewing again. Tra la la! Little dance of joy. Sewing definitely makes me happy. Escaping for even a short time to play with my creative ideas, is good time. On my own. It means later I can take a back seat while encouraging others to be creative. Resisting the temptation to wade in, with my sleeves stylishly rolled up, and take over their projects. It’s OK. I’ve already had my own creative time. Instead I can nudge them to think deeper and out of the box, without spelling out how I would do it.
May is the best time for me to feel a fresh burst of creativity. I find I’m inspired by the increasing number of different flowers appearing in the local hedgerows and our garden. Oh, the colours. Not just the colour, but also the scent promises wonderful times to be had outside, in the coming months. Even the different shades of foliage add to it all. So beautiful. It’s probably no coincidence that my handmade wardrobe offers up more spring outfits than any other season. The burst of colour sends me dashing to rifle through my fabric stash for just the shade to complement it all. Again.
This year is no different. I opted for a blouse made out of green fabric with beetles on it.
All eggcellent things
Easter holidays are almost over in this neck of the wood. Uniform is ready, homework is up to date and we’re all gearing ourselves up for the return to routine. Two weeks have flown past, but at the same time we’ve sunk indulgently into a different rhythm which feels so very comfortable and how it has always been. I’m loathe to give it up. Tomorrow will be a shock.
As holidays go, it has been relatively quiet. Which is good. With exams on the horizon for eldest, I didn’t want to be haring around the place. As it was, we lost three days of the holiday to study camp.
It’s also the time of year I like to dabble in spring cleaning and decluttering wardrobes and chests of drawers, causing chaos to reign for a while in certain rooms, until order can be returned. (not complete yet) I am so grateful for the good drying days we’ve had. I even washed and dried the flokati rugs outside. Serious win, as far as I’m concerned.
We still managed to fit in our usual Easter fun. The chickens laid chocolate eggs. Continue reading
