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Crafting for the PDSA

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again - I have no idea how I managed to fit a full-time job previously into my life and stay sane. And there’s the rub, eh? Perhaps I wasn’t sane. Perhaps since leaving full time employment I am experiencing sanity for the first time in years?! And I think now how glad I am that I shall not be returning to the chalkface for a new school year in three weeks’ time because the list of activities I am planning just keeps expanding.

The last week, then, has been taken up with The Visit of the Granddaughters. A poor excuse, I know, for neglecting my blogging activities, but by the time we’d run them ragged each day and done the bath, story, bedtime routine I was too knackered to engage a single brain cell in writing, let alone another for it to rub against and produce something vaguely entertaining. After a week of visits to Warwick Castle and the Shugborough Estate, Trentham Gardens, boat rides, cinema x 2, arts and crafts, camping, barbecuing, picnics, cake making, arguing the toss about who gets to sit in the front of the car and exactly how much fizzy drink they are allowed at home etc, His Lordship Malarkey and I returned the Curly Girlies to their parents on Saturday via the glamorous rendez-vous of the Oxford Services on the M40. We arrived home at 12.30 and after a of toasted sandwiches, I fell asleep on the sofa for nearly 2 hours and I NEVER sleep during the day! Yesterday was spent as Life of a Laundry Lady and Vacuuming Specialist, but in the afternoon I felt sufficiently returned to normal to make a prototype key ring...

...for in three weeks’ time, Andy’s hospital is having an Open Day and I thought I would make a contribution towards the fun ‘n’ games by making some ❤️ PDSA key rings. Animals, of course, but ones that would be treated by the PDSA, so predominantly dogs, cats, rabbits. Not giraffes, rhinos or llamas. Obvs.  I’m not sure I could create a guinea pig without making it look like a potato, ditto a hamster. I could do mice, I suppose. Remember my knitted mice? 



These could be dangled from a key ring, n’est ce pas? Anyway, it’s going to be Craft Production Line chez Damson Cottage for the next 4 days before Heather and her betrothed, Ollie, arrive on Friday for a few days until 21st, and then three more Craft Panic Days until friend Jean arrives in her camper van on 25th for a few days and then a Massive Craft Push until 1st September which is The Open Day at PDSA Stoke when hopefully my goods will FLY off the...er....stall/ shelf/ display thingy, and a few quid shall be raised for the amazing work the PDSA do for our beloved pets. 

I shall endeavour to return to regular blogging, too. When I don’t write, I have discovered, I feel very miserable and out of sorts. 

Forward, then! To the World of Making Stuff! 

Comments

Athene said…
Oh, the mice - you introduced me to that pattern. I made several that year and occasionally I recognise one on someone's Christmas tree! I think I've slowed down since leaving full time work, I don't get as much done as before but that's good, I am not rushing everything. The key-rings look great, I hope they sell well.
13 August 2019 at 13:22
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