A dreary, cold, rainy weekend has reaped benefits in the way of me forcing myself to sit down and sew. Scrub hats are being made, swatches knitted, ideas sketched, alterations/repairs worked on. Joe likes to "help" me by making a mess with the fabric and yarn as I knit/ sew. It's annoying and endearing at the same time. I think about taking time to see if he would be receptive to learning to sew or knit as young as he is.
The kids in other countries learn handicrafts at a pretty early age, and my Gansey and Aran knitting books all have historical photos of children standing around with a sweater half-finished hanging off their bent needles.
I got the idea to write little "Thank-You' notes to everyone at work for a little Thanksgiving gift. We have been busting butt all year, and those of us that are still working (there's a huge turnover rate among surgery centers) I want to be the voice of encouragement. We have not had it easy. Four-hour days here, 12-hour days there, sometimes no lunch, no breaks and rarely does anyone get told "good job".
Not than I'm complaining. I am very thankful to have a job. I hear of so many who don't. It's just not my work of choice. That is why I keep creating, designing, brainstorming ideas and all that you see and read about.
It's too dark to take pics of what I'm working on right now. I will put some up tomorrow or later today after Joe and I have had our nap.
The rain is coming down so hard it sounds like rocks hitting the roof of my Redneck Condo.
Warm wishes, my Sunday creators. Warm wishes.
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