Thursday, September 13, 2007


Well, buggrit.

The tutor concerned rang me last night to say that today's course on ATCs had been cancelled.

I felt miffed. The DSM (and me) both decided that I should take the day to explore the dang things anyway, which definitely seemed like a plan. But it didn't work out like that. As I should have known, being me.

I footled around all day, looking at the book, at my supplies, at designs - spent ages pulling up photographs and cropping and tweaking, hunting for images on the net. Oh, I am absolutely ace at displacement activity!

By the time the DSM got home, I was feeling pissed off and distinctly low. And all my own fault, too.

He did a sensible thing, and dragged me out for a walk. The usual Rose Cottage round plus a big chunk of our up-the-river neighbours' land, up to the weir. Although not sunny, it was warm and lovely and I came back feeling much more positive.

If I had done the class, I would have had several hours to experiment with other people encouraging me - I am way to stern a critic, and was judging myself before I had ever set anything down, which is just damn stupid. So I have a cunning plan.......

Assuming we are not doing anything else, I am going to decree Sunday "do it or else" day and just buckle down to it. I mean it. Or, if not, Monday.

No more excuses, right?

I did knit a bit..........

1 comment:

ra said...

so, did you "do it or else"?
Thanks for your comment on my blog. I like the idea of the bluetits blunting their little beaks on your gritstone walls. Ha ha ha!