I admire people who travel easily--I was one of those people, about a dozen years ago. I shake my head at my young self, traipsing around Europe on breaks from studying in London. If I knew then what I know now? Kind of glad I didn't, actually, as being young and foolish was half the fun, I think.
In any case, I've sort of turned into a weekend sewer, since the evenings have either been filled with errands (shoe shopping, in particular, is a helluva chore. I'm abnormal, I know. But if you wore a 10-wide, US, you'd be crabby about finding cute shoes, too.) or I've just been coming home and collapsing. As much as I'd like to share details of work stress, since people have this wonderful idea of libraries being these quiet, calm places to work, suffice it to say that filling out police reports and trying to manage coverage for service desks AND still have enough people available to get new books and dvds out to the public in a timely manner makes for some interesting times. Anyone who thinks libraries are dull and quiet probably hasn't been to one in awhile...
Oh, and I'm still writing blog posts for work, which acts as sort of a creative siphon, so that by the time I get home, I'm running low on words. I know, weird, right? Rest assured, this blog will likely never wind up monetized, simply because I don't think I can manage to get paid to maintain TWO blogs-worth of content! That, and my point-and-shoot photos are nothing to write home about. :)
On the weekends (though I often work those, too), I've managed to carve out little pockets of time to get to my sewing machine. The results?
A couple more Swoon blocks.
Some improv piecing to clear my head, and my scrap bin.
And occasionally pulling little piles of fabric for a couple of secret projects. Don't you hate it when quilters pull that card? Me, too. And I'm sorry! I'll have more to share on these piles in about a month.
Now, let's hope I can manage to hop in here and say hello between now and then, shall we?