Clear air

Carrie and I have a stall at the Old Bus Depot Markets tomorrow, for the Creative Fibre Day. This is usually a lot more relaxed than the Celebration of Wool Day in May, so I'm really looking forward to it!

However there was that little issue of stock. I had none. I bought a lot of fabric in Townsville and Charters Towers to make bags ... and then nothing. Zilch. Absolutely no desire to ever make a bag ever again. I'm not too sure what came over me. I was mentally just not prepared to sew under pressure, and to another deadline.



But sew I did, and I eked out six project bags earlier in the week. Then in a flash of late night inspiration, I rummaged through my "cut and ready to sew" box and came across the makings of 15 Sunnyboys and box bags ready to go.



A lot of quilting and a lot more sewing later, I had myself the first Sunnyboys and Boxes for Socks I'd made in a couple of years. And they were FUN!




My sewjo might be back but first it was time to move my feet. As much as sewing is a major part of my life and a cure for stress and anxiety, moving my body is just as important. Since I climbed Castle Hill the other week, my enthusiasm for getting outside and moving my butt (I hate calling it exercise because I refuse to do it unless it's fun) has increased tenfold.



I have become so addicted to walking through the bush - boring, flat suburban walks do nothing for me anymore. I just wish the days were longer, but they will be soon enough.



I love stopping to catch my breath and spying a mossy mound, or hearing croaking frogs in a dam in the valley below or seeing kangaroos grazing on the field ahead. These photos were taken in a nature reserve not far from my house. There is a mountain I can climb here, but I haven't gotten around to that yet. The bush trails are just too interesting for the moment.



Back to base camp (my house in my boring, flat suburb), and I sort out stock for the market on my ironing board. I have six project sacks, 10 boxes for socks, five Sunnyboys and three needlecases that I found in another box marked "stock".  Lucky.



I might have energy to sew another three bags tonight. Or perhaps I'll take my chances with the market tomorrow, relax in front of the footy, make a cup of tea and stitch some more of these.





Fifty-two made in a month. I surprise even myself sometimes.