Yesterday Dylan (age 6) told me he was leaving home. Initially I was a bit panic stricken, I mean I know I've had a lot of knitting projects on the go at the moment but surely I hadn't neglected the children that much! No, nothing we had done apparently, he just wants to experience living in the wild (actually, how he put it was, "I just want to live the wildlife" but through further questioning we managed to ascertain that he was referring to wild nature rather than wild debauchery). An every attentive mother I photographed his progress.... Above you see him dressed as a pirate clown (your guess is as good as mine). He took his tepee, no food because he plans to live by a lake and eat fish, I'm so pleased my healthy eating nagging has had an impact. I opened the door for him and commented on the rain (which let me tell you was not "soft rain" but more like and cats and dogs rain), I mentioned that the tepee might not be waterproof but he said he would just have to manage. He put on his wellies and stepped out onto the step. I said goodbye. A few minutes later I heard him kicking off his wellies, the tepee was abandoned in the porch and he ran upstairs to play with his sister shouting that maybe he would go tomorrow instead.
On the knitting front I am feeling rather headless chickenish at the moment. I have too many things on the go and many of them are for other people so panic has set in. Nothing seems to be getting finished, I need to calm down and focus on one thing at a time.
Last Friday I visited Abakhan Fabrics for cushion pads (obviously you all know I left with more than cushion pads but my husband reads this...). When the sun shines we like to lounge outside on piles of cushions and it seems you can never have too many. I love this floral fabric, it makes me feel instantly cheerful, I covered this big pad and plan to make a few more, in fact I have acres of this fabric (from an earlier visit to Abakhan) so I'm playing with the idea of making new curtains for the dining room or would that just be too much I wonder, the husband shuddered when I mentioned it but it wasn't an outright no.
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I think we were more like Hobos then runaways. I don't think we ever made it out of the yard.
I know the headless chicken feeling. Just finish one thing and you'll settle down... maybe...