Divinely Crafty

I am back from my month long visit to the Pacific Northwest in the US, which was highlighted by the wedding of my youngest brother.   It was filled with family,friends, and loads of fun.  Not much resting or relaxing went on but nonetheless it was rejuvenating. Now that I am back home I am looking forward to sorting through the hundreds of pictures I took, reliving the tales of our adventures and taking a nap.  Lots of naps as a matter of fact.

I did get some knitting accomplished during the last week of the trip. Before then it was just too busy and I was too fragmented to be able to give enough brain power to my project.  On the last day, on the trip up to Seattle where I was flying home from, we stopped at Shipwreck Beads (which proudly hails itself as the largest bead store in the country) and my mother generously bought me way more beads and tools than I had intended on getting.  I am now stocked up and ready to play.  Beading and making jewelry is a relatively new pursuit to me so I am looking forward to exploring what I can create.  Watch this space for what comes out of my dabbling.

I’m not quite ready to really start writing much so this is going to just be a short post.  My returning home routine seems to include taking a few days or weeks to settle back in before I am up for much in the lines of writing.  Much in the same way that it is difficult for me to write whilst on holiday (you will have noticed that my best intentions to write while away fell by the wayside) writing when I come home is a bit of a challenge.  Those first few days are spent reacquainting myself with the familiar surroundings of my home and everyday life with my eyes still in visitor mode. I even woke up the second night back and didn’t know where I was.  I wandered around the house trying to sort it out and at last I remembered that this was MY home, it is in England, and that my pillow was waiting on my bed for me to lie my head on it.  Having figured this out I returned to said bed and proceeded to sleep for many long hours, lost in the comfort that you can only get in your own bed.

Its good to be back home.