i ran out of steam yesterday,
so today i am staying in my pj's
smelling quite fruity
and
beavering away in my 'atelier of sorts'
with Miss Ethel.
not a manic sort of beavering.
but a 'feed my crafty soul
and heal my tired old bones'
sort of beavering
for as my lovely friend Jennette says,
'make to mend'
and
the older i get
the more
i realize
this has always been the case for me
