I guess I should start with a ‘Happy New Year to you all’ and a ‘Welcome to the new look Tea with May’
This is something I planned to do on the 1st January but it seems ‘life’ had other plans for me.
We may only be a quarter of the way into 2014 but a lot has already happened in the Tea with May household. The impact of ill health has swept through and touched each of us in a huge way. I am hoping that the change of season is going to bring a change of luck and a new happy and healthy karma to our home and lives.
Now, I may have been quiet on the blogging front but I do have a few little projects on the go which I have been flitting between, depending on mood and feeling on the day.
Here are a few little sneaky glimpses…
Chevrons – Which will eventually become a cute little cushion.
A granny square – Which is gradually becoming a project bag.
And last, but by no means least, a little present for Mothers Day which has to be kept under wraps until after the 30th March so SHHHHHHHHHH!
The plan is to do a post for each of these little project individually once they are complete, which at the speed I’m going at, could be sometime away!
Now I need to go and get some chores done… I still have Christmas presents to post out and many many catch up phone calls to make and emails to write.
When I began blogging I was unsure what to expect. I love reading blogs but would I enjoy writing my own? Would I get be able to handle any feedback (either good or bad)? Would people even read what I’ve written?
One thought that never entered my head was – Would I make friends?
Yet here I am, 11 posts in and already I’ve made contact with people whom I’m genuinely beginning to care about. These are people I’ve never met face to face, I wouldn’t know them if I passed them in the street, yet over a very short space of time they’ve nestled themselves a place within my heart.
When I think about this strange (to me) revelation it makes me feel warm inside. It makes me see that all this is so much more than just words on-screen, crafty projects and cyber chatter. This is where over tea and cakes we can make friends, grow relationships and together make this huge place we call home seem a tiny bit smaller.
A swap, a gift from an incredibly talented lady who I am extremely pleased to have met 🙂
Take care for now everyone and thank you for dropping by,
Last Saturday I dragged myself out of my comfort zone and into Morley Town Hall, Leeds with PomPom in the Attic to do my very first craft fair.
The foot fall was a little lower than we expected, no doubt the constant rain and sudden drop in temperature didn’t help.
But, despite the weather outside our stall had a wonderful homely feel too it.
Between us we covered a good range of crafts from crochet and stitch to clay and paper.
Although the day was generally quiet we met lots of lovely people and received plenty of heart warming compliments. Slowly but surely sales were made and items were bagged up and sent with love to new homes around the world… (A set of my coasters will currently be on their way to beautiful Belgium)
The day made me feel excited about the future. It lit a spark within me to get organised and get some ideas from head to fabric and hook.
So together, let us raise our tea cups to a happy and inspirational handmade future 😉
“Tutor 1: What does it feel like when you’re dancing?” “Billy: Don’t know. Sorta feels good. Sorta stiff and that, but once I get going… then I like, forget everything. And… sorta disappear. Sorta disappear. Like I feel a change in my whole body. And I’ve got this fire in my body. I’m just there. Flyin’ like a bird. Like electricity. Yeah, like electricity.”
These words encapsulate exactly how I feel when I write. To begin with I’m ‘sorta stiff’. It takes me time to get into the rhythm of the words and the patter of character life, but when I do, it’s like running free. Its my time to be 100% me, no holds, no pleasing, no ego. Just words.
This is the reason I started my journey on a Creative Writing Course. For too long I prioritised the wrong things, things that didn’t make me smile. Studying changed that, it makes me write.
I feel lucky to have found something which makes me feel this way. Everyone should get a chance to find the thing that makes their heart sing and their jigsaw complete.