Oh, woe is me! I should have been in Dublin, having girlie lunches and massages and manicures and ... oh, lots of fun with two of my dearest friends, Mags and Adrienne.
Instead, I'm at home, still in my dressing gown and feeling just a tad sorry for myself.
I went to Chester on Sunday for a course but by Monday morning I was feeling very under the weather - stricken down by the 'dreaded lurgie'. Unable to face food and just wanting to put my head down on the table, I decided I'd better come home.
Thank goodness for daughters, especially mine, who made me drink some nasty 'dehydration' stuff and kept my spirits up.
Felt a little better by Wednesday and packed for my trip and had something to eat - dry toast. Big mistake.
Unpacked yesterday about the same time my plane was taking off.
They do say every cloud has a silver lining and mine is ... I've lost five pounds. That's 'lbs', not '£s'!
The piece I've pictured above is mine ... but only because I bought it. It's a piece by Jackie of some Celtic crosses and I love it and look at it every day. It's complex, spiritual and exquisitely stitched. Like my daughter, it lifts my spirits.
Welcome to ‘maggik moments’. I’m a ‘Lancashire lass’ who makes textiles – sometimes. A bit of a dabbler, I haven’t yet found the one thing which makes me devote enough time to producing work that I’m satisfied with. One of the problems is that I know too many people who are brilliant at what they do and I compare myself with them. The second is that I just enjoy my social life too much! I’m thinking of retiring from being ‘retired’ – it’s just too much like hard work! – but ‘I deserve it’ after 30 years of teaching?
I’m a self-confessed ‘travel tart’ who can pack a suitcase and be off in a matter of minutes – my Sagittarian influence, no doubt?
I am starting this blog with the intention of it making me more serious about my ‘textiling’.