Time on my own...

Time on my own this week, its very unusual, I have been a full time stay at home Mom for a decade now. My children have been the very centre of my world. So to suddenly find them away with Dad having never been away from them for more than a couple of days is so emotional. Also not helped by phone calls from my children telling me they miss me and my littlest one secretly asking to come home for a Mommy cuddle. Yes its a funny feeling having time on my own and is so not right on so many different levels.The flood has caused major damage, we are talking new plaster boards and maybe a new upstairs floor. The house is full of industrial fans so I have run away to my little haven, my little place by the seaside. My travelling companion is my sewing machine and a basket of gorgeous yarn. Dotty Red is closed for business at the moment with the summer season other than an order for felt hearts for a new children's shop.
So whilst I am trying to work on a few Christmas ideas (oh man, did I really say the 'C' word) and indeed the ideas are being put into practice and turning out well. But you know I forget that this is my holiday too and despite all my worries and concerns I have been spending a little time on me because there is not much I can do when away! The thing I do that de-stresses me...
The thing I never seem to have time to do now as my time is taken up with orders, no the me time focuses on yarn play, two baskets full of my favourite yarn. I am making the crochet saggy bag from Attic 24 using rowan cotton and a blanket of hearts for my wee one using Debbie Bliss baby cashmerino DK.

Yes its not right that my children are not here and every moment hurts, but soon they will be back in the fold of 'my little family of three' and the usual team work will commence, along with sorting the flood out, stupid unnecessary meetings with solicitors but most importantly laughter, fun and masses of cuddles.

In the meantime, you can hear me clicking and hooking away whilst listening to the sea rolling in and out and the screeching seagulls who are liking the look of my picnic.