Therapy

Firstly can I say a very big thank you for your comments on my chevron blanket, much appreciated and enjoyed and believe it or not I feel a little shy {almost narcissistic} about showing my makes on the net but it's lovely to know that there are lovelies like you out there who appreciate makes of the yarn variety. 


Blogging, I find is good for confidence building too. For those of you who know me you may think I'm quite a confident person but we all have vulnerabilities, seeking human approval about various things. Unfortunately I suffer from melancholia, blues and depression really. Mostly, it's under control but sometimes it slips through the cracks and I crumble again. I've been having a few low confidence days recently... especially this morning. So, I allow myself to feel what I was feeling, listen to Shawn Colvin and Jane Siberry , drink copious cups of tea and immerse myself in something creative to keep my black dog at bay. There is nothing more therapeutic for me other than keeping my hands busy or stopping to read a good book or some poetry and of course going out for a walk. 


So I got out some of Alice's water colour paints and painted. I can't draw anything beyond doodling and stick figures but I love Scandinavian patterns/design so I was kind of inspired by some wrapping paper I bought a while back and drew some flowers and other shapes using pretty colour's to bring me back to life again.

Not particularly brilliant, I think I'll just stick to simple shapes next time, but it's really really helped lift my mood which is all that counts.


Anything yarn related is always a mood lifter for me, so I got busy making my idea for Alice's teacher's Christmas present last night. A couple of mug hugs which I plan to embroider her teacher's names on a piece of felt and fill the mugs with some festive chocolates.

These are so easy to make and I think they make a lovely personalised handmade gift for teacher's and don't cost a fortune!


I also made myself go out into the beautiful sunshine today for in my wellness I know what an incredibly blessed and rich life I have. I never want to take my privileged life for granted. Mother nature showed me all the small things this morning and the silence was something I was grateful for.  

I love Sylvia Plath's poem:

Mushrooms Overnight, very  Whitely, discreetly,  Very quietly  Our toes, our noses  Take hold on the loam,  Acquire the air.  Nobody sees us,  Stops us, betrays us;  The small grains make room.  Soft fists insist on  Heaving the needles,  The leafy bedding,  Even the paving.  Our hammers, our rams,  Earless and eyeless,  Perfectly voiceless,  Widen the crannies,  Shoulder through holes. We  Diet on water,  On crumbs of shadow,  Bland-mannered, asking  Little or nothing.  So many of us!  So many of us!  We are shelves, we are  Tables, we are meek,  We are edible,  Nudgers and shovers  In spite of ourselves.  Our kind multiplies:  We shall by morning  Inherit the earth.  Our foot's in the door.

Thanks for stopping by, I feel so much better now. Blog therapy who would have thought ? 

What do you do when you feel blue?

xox