A little over a week ago the South was shut down by a snow storm. The school where I teach was closed for three-and-a-half days, time which I spent blissfully engaged in domestic and creative endeavors. I made homemade strawberry jam (with six pounds of berries I found because I actually had time to remember that I have a freezer in my garage), finished "Ginny's Cardigan" (shown below), worked diligently on knitting another top-down sweater, baked a variety of items that included a buttery cinnamon crumb cake and homemade biscuits (to eat with strawberry jam), cooked all sorts of other food (the best of these was perhaps some creamy risotto served with baked cod), sorted my yarn stash, and gave much of the house a thorough cleaning. But now it’s back to the crunch.
People often suffer from the misapprehension that teachers have lots of time on our hands. In reality, the blocks of weeks of the school year are so stuffed full of activities that there is little time to breathe. Another reality is that there is actually too much work to complete well, so people in my profession have to make choices that border on insubordination, in order to provide the best instruction for their students and not work round the clock. I told a friend a couple of years ago, “I am two people. One is the harried teacher-woman and two is the summer-mom, the person who is kinder and who doesn’t view her children’s needs as annoying conflicts to be worked out on her daily planner.” My friend is a teacher, too, and is in a much more difficult situation than I am as she is also raising two children on her own. She had to concur.
|This sweater should have a closer fit--with less ease--than the green version|
I highlighted a couple of weeks ago.
|After a day spent sorting my stash, I realized that it's time for another Lenten yarn fast. This is part of my collection of worsted-weight yarn, most of it left over from bigger projects.|
|On my snow days, after cleaning the house, I moved some furniture around and |
placed this chair in front of my bedroom window. I though it would be a cozy
place to sit. Streaky seems to agree.The crocheted bowl and book with Liberty
print cover were gifts to me made by my blogger friend,
Mrs. Thomasina Tittlemouse. My friend, Cindy, quilted the piece on the
back of the chair.
I am envious of your snow & dare I say it?, your snow days! There is something lovely about the unexpected gift of a snow day and the permission it gives to do all the kinds of things you rightly took the opportunity to do! I feel for you re the working / juggling routine thing (as you know) - there are, I fear no easy answers, but I increasingly feel the grit of the humdrum is not necessarily a brake on creativity but rather the reverse. Of course it can get out of synch but a bit of opposition or push-back can often trigger better artistic results than an apparently desirable unimpeded road. You may disagree of course but I've been feeling it increasingly in my own situation. Your cardigan is absolutely gorgeous! Well done you! And the strawberry jam too - mmmm! Hope this week goes well even if there are no more snow days! E xxReplyDelete
Ps I'll be touch re the English garden question you emailed about shortly!