I have been slowly restoring my spirit with some mending both physically and metaphorically. Mr Whizzme and I are taking quite a while to get over a respective ills and feel like an old couple in their retirement, shuffling around the house in comfy clothes, ugg boots, cups of tea. I furthered this image by being regularly found in my favourite chair applying patches to jeans, embellishments to tops, darning socks and tights.
For quite a while now I have had a growing pile of clothing that is too dear for one of us to part with, but needs some form of repair. This pile has been my crafting solace over the past week, as my jelly head wants something simple to focus on, and my body has been rickety and slow in movement.
Last night I had finally worked my way through the pile. Today now there is more of a lightness in the Whizzme household, like emerging from hibernation. Excitement that favourite clothes are now wearable again, relief that the jelly seems to finally have melted.
I can focus on a mother's daily 