Its quiet here and a bit gloomy outside.
After an early morning airport send off the Mr's parents are on their way home to NZ and we all just needed to sleep in. I finally got up at 12. I was dreaming I was choking. I hate that. Especially when I got caught making choking sounds.
The Mr's dreams are way weirder.
Yesterday he dreamt I was a squid. He found me in the ocean (of course) and said he couldnt cook me cos he thought I was too cute so he kept me. We swam around together for a while, he remembered being fascinated watching how deep I could swim and all the time I was growing bigger, then I became me. We had a good laugh over this with Mum and Dad last night, he elaborated at all the right places and had us in stitches, there was mention of 'bigger fish in the sea' and something about a groper, but were all left wondering what it meant.
I, on reflection, think this...
The Mr, apart from being a keen fisherman feels as if he has found 'me'.
I mean squids are attractive right? Right?
Or was it the fact they were preparing it on Masterchef, (his favourite show).
I think he is reaching a time in his life that has him appreciating his family and me and all that goes with the huge juggling act that is life as we know it.
Our life has been full to overflowing lately, like the ocean, like our house.
Full of unusual moments like when he stopped me in the hallway, the house full of his family, stealing a moment to tell me that he was proud of me. Like when he wanted me to 'show and tell' my stuff to his parents, which I couldnt do on demand but they saw bits and pieces anyway while they were here. In celebrating Mum and Dad's 50th we have found many other things to celebrate. We are happy to have our son and new wife and daughter living with us even though it means we may have to find a new home.
Somehow it will all work because we will make it work.
In the middle of this chaos I have been preparing for Craft Hatch. Something ive never done before and never thought id be able to achieve let alone in the middle of everything. I cant tell you how much I needed to be by myself this last two weeks, even just to think clearly.
It has come down to these final three days.
I have realised something. If I can still manage to produce some Little Tree Kids pieces while there is so much going on then I know I can aim high. I have done a rough count last night and so far 24 jackets are on the go in various stages, some finished and some only cut out. I only need 6 more
for there to be 30 to take to market. Too high to aim you think? Well.... I do need to do boots and slippers and some knits too.
The good news is ive started more slippers.
This is called the full production stage.