Last week I almost fell for a trap which must have been secretly set by some stranger when I was reading Margaret Cooter's relatively recent post on threadends. I even commented on it - and a couple of days later I found myself looking at the cut-offs from where I cut back the seam allowances of the Jacob's ladder as they were accumulating - and suddenly I was taking some back out from the waste basket because I thought I might turn those into the sew-on-sew-off squares for the sewing machine. And then I stalled myself and spoke to me very seriously: Uta, what are you doing? So I am wondering whether my scrappy hibernation is perhaps turning into a bit of a post-partem depression after my decision about pulling further back from the volunteers network for the refugees? This was topped by an unpleasant visit at the Syrians' house on Saturday afternoon, and has left me with a feeling of being slightly displaced and at loose ends. But in the end it will make the withdrawal easier, I think. And it's getting to the point where days are getting to be noticeably longer. It's cold and wintery, I could take some pictures of winter magic
and I am really looking forward to getting more of my own life back for myself and family.
This morning I mixed the dye for the anniverary color that will accompany this month's fabric selection, and the remainder of the week will be dedicated to dyeing.