James and Alistair have also convinced me that I had to knit them stripy jumpers. Red and grey for Alistair, orange and grey for James. I have started with James' but I am not feeling inspired by it.
I have two lovely fabrics and two amazing patterns - but no mojo to actually get on with it. Coincidentally both fabrics are similar, dark blue with large and small white daisies respectively.
The patterns are the Imogen Top by Sew Me Something and Appleton Dress by Cashmerette. Jenny, the designer of the Appleton dress has sent me the pattern free of charge for review after she read my duffle coat post. I am well chuffed and really look forward to starting with this - if only I could motivate myself. I have at least now confirmed my measurements and next time I am in the office I shall print out the pattern. Our printer is dead. I should probably mention that Jenny is not a devoted follower of my blog (if only) but via my duffle coat post you clicked through to her pattern page often enough to propel my blog post into the stats list.
I have also got a pile of four inch cotton squares destined to be a quilt. I thought this might be something quick and easy but so far I have only stroked the pile and looked at it dreamily.
What is going on? I need a bit of a kick in the butt I think.
If I am honest, I am not just suffering from a creative burnout but also from general fatigue, the 'can't be bothered' kind of fatigue that sometimes hits me in the face with a surprising force. It is contagious I think. Everybody in my house seems to suffer to various degrees. The bickering and fighting is unprecedentedly high and emerging violence has been observed. Pocket money standing orders have been cancelled. Not good. Not even the dog can be bothered. The cats remain unaffected. Although this is difficult to assess because of course they sleep for 16 hours a day.
The weather doesn't help. I cycled two miles to work yesterday and despite wearing full waterproofs, I was wet to the knickers. Seriously! Needless to say that my professional look was gone with the wind and replaced by the vintage scarecrow look. That's was a lie. The truth is that I just looked more dishevelled than usual.
Oh the luxury of being able moan about insignificant problems when in the real world people don't have shelter or healthcare. Go on, give me a virtual kick in the backside!
However, today is Wednesday. Only two more alarm clock days to endure. There is a shimmer of excitement on the horizon. For example, we are eagerly awaiting drawings for our extension and the days are significantly longer than they were a month ago. Some plans are so excitingly secret that I can't even mention them here (but I am not the owner of the missing £33 million lottery ticket). Also, I have booked a place in the Sunday sewing session, which should be a great motivator to get going with at least one of my projects.
Please forgive my mood, I shall return to my normal self soon. xx