Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Restoration sunlight




These last few weeks have been quite mad.




Orders have filled all moments and between times there has been frantic shopping, hastily prepared meals, school concerts and fairs.




I have run from here to there and back again. My head a whirl.




There were moments when I thought I might not cope. I have often been snappy and distracted.




In the midst of utter chaos of order packing last Friday the sun suddenly appeared and cast its glow across the kitchen table. It lit up cracks and danced across the polished wood. The walls moved and dappled in its light.




And I paused. I turned my face towards the sun and paused. I breathed deeply and slowly in its light and remembered just how much I have to be thankful for. I grabbed the camera and gazed through its lens, prolonging the moment. The joy of that warm, bathing light and what it meant to pause and count ones blessings.




It was the corner turning moment. This week has been bliss. School is finished. Orders all up to date and my virtual shop doors shut for now. There is baking and reading. The house is clean. It is time to enjoy my small patient people. The sun has not returned but if I close my eyes and pause a moment I can almost feel its regenerative power.

Wednesday, December 07, 2011

Tick tock



Goes the clock. These last few weeks my eye is continually on the clock. I dash from computer to printer. From sewing machine to iron. From packaging to post office.



Family time has been poor.



There has been very little baking.

It is wonderful to be so busy, and every order is still a thrill but my goodness, I was not prepared and I am frantically treading water.




Somewhere amongst the blur of work my little girl turned nine and once again I wonder how? How can it be nine years? How can they go so fast?

Right now she is a sassy nine year old, she can make us laugh and make us want to cry. She is smart and funny and still a little vulnerable beneath that sharp exterior.

There was a sleepover of many girls, they giggled late into the n
ight. There were roller blades which she is determinedly conquering and which fill me with terror.

There was a small amount of baking. A many layered chocolate cake. Decorated with... chocolates.



And the birthday decorations are still hanging high, gathering dust, perhaps I shall just leave
them for now. Declare them to be the beginning of Christmas.