Each time I want to post to my blog, I go through a mad panic and search for my password, which I have to confess, I forget. Eventually I find it, and then I forget the content of the blog which I had in my mind to publicise. Oh well, they say that age is related to this type of thing happening, but it has been happening to me forever....perhaps I was born old.
Looking around in my garden in the middle of winter, I find that a lot of my bulbs have begun to flower. This is not meant to happen just yet.....they will be finished by the time spring is here, and I did not want that. I will have to go out and buy more bulb to plant just so that I can have a spring display. Mind you, some of the native species in the garden are flowering also. It may just be that we have had some mild weather in between all the cold days and nights, and the rain has not been as prevelant as it should have been at this time of the year. It just seems that one remembers the cold cold nights more than the reasonable ones. I don't seem to be able to tolerate the cold any more now, like I used to be able to. I just have to remember that a lot of people in the world have to endure a lot worse than I do in their winters. At least we do not have sub zero temperatures any more than once or twice during a winter, where I live.
Making more felt.......completed a handbag, but still needs a little more embellishment before I am satisfied. I made another large piece of felt, maybe I will cut it up and stitch it into something else. That also needs embellishment.
My workroom space seems a lot smaller......it does get crowded in there. Maybe I should start to re-organise it, cut down on things that I have not used for a long time, and stop buying more wool until I use up what I have. But, that is telling me not to breath, almost. I will have withdrawal symptoms.
I have yet to start on my FeltUnited piece.......just have not got the inspiration yet as to what form it will take. Have to mull that one over for a few more days.