Monday, 1 July 2013
Thinking of new directions.
I decided to enroll for a ceramics course at the local college next year, and see where that takes me. I've never done it before but why not?
But did it make me feel better? Strangely no. So I sat around feeling cross, needing to sew but not wanting to. Not wanting to chat or go for a walk or garden. Perhaps, I thought, this depression quilt is leaking out and affecting it's creator?
No, it came to me in a blinding flash. I wasn't depressed, or restless, or unhappy. Oh no. Dear reader, I was hungover. And serves me right! I don't drink much as a rule and by way of celebration (many reasons including 39 years of marriage) I'd imbibed. My own fault of course because I mixed sparkly whites with rich and heavy reds............and........... I'm a bit ashamed to add, ............rather a large number of maltesers, and several spoonsful of runny stilton. At my age I should know better, shouldn't I? My poor liver. Oh well, back on track today :) Much chirpier.