Why is it that the working week, which nominally consists of 5 days seems to last twice as long, while the weekend, which nominally consists of 2 days seems to last half as long?
This trick of time is everywhere these days. It feels like only a month or so since Christmas, but we'll be fully half way through the year next month.
Every winter I look forward so much to the arrival of spring, but this year I feel cheated. Whatever we've just experienced I wouldn't call it spring. Our seasons, and therefore my perception of the passage of time are all out of kilter.
Anyway, despite the fact I should have doing any number of other things today,I managed to steal a little time for myself and made this for my little shop of dolls, just in case I manage to get the building finished any time soon.
I had just a tiny bit of pale blue silk in exactly the right colour to complement the shop decor so I was able to make a bustled
jacket with some lovely silk buds and bows trimming around the edge and
on her little lacy bonnet. It's been so long since I made any little dolls for my own projects...... it was really quite cathartic and most enjoyable on a cold and rainy Sunday afternoon.
*Note to self...... take more time out to make stuff just for me....