I had a wee bit of the glums today. It happens. Usually a week or so before my period. Must be a huge hormonal swing of some sort. I feel it creeping up, find myself feeling very sad, wonder why life is so hard, then remember to tell myself … ah, you feel glum because it’s just that time of the month. So I stood in the pantry doorway and ate malted milk powder from the jar. It didn’t really help. And it made my mouth gummy and I choked a bit and had to dash down a glass of water.
Much better to text Julian in Las Vegas so he knows you feel glum and will call (which he did, straight away, he’s lovely like that). Then find something simple to do that will let you just be with the feeling but also allow you to find some sweetness. Tried and true recipe for beating the glums.
So today, I vacuumed. It wasn’t especially sweet, but it did make me feel virtuous – I loathe vacuuming – actually, I loathe all housework. This allowed me to look at the bathroom with a critical eye – the bath tub had the blue bentwood chair and the clothes hamper sitting in it. Not exactly conducive to bathing. So I pulled it all out and cleaned the bath. Again – big ticks on the virtuous scale – I loathe cleaning the bathroom.
Then I had the blue chair to do something with. And as I looked at that lovely blue rattan … I thought of something I’d seen on Pinterest! Check it out … cute as! Simple. And something that would definitely provide a bit of sweetness :-)
So I got out some red gingham … I bought this gingham at the Vinnies in Bega on our spring break. It was 5 metres for $3. Only it was half price day. So I got 5 metres for $1.50! I made a skirt with a floral reprodepot trim, now I’ve cross stitched a chair, and I still have heaps left! That’s a sweet bargain.
And I flipped through one of my all time favourite cross stitch books for a pretty pattern that had just the right number of stitches – couldn’t be more than 24 squares.
Perfect! And making this snowflake on that beautiful blue with the red and white gingham would look very Nordic. Sweet and perfect!
I cut (hacked) my strips (just with the scissors) 3 squares wide. Man do I love fabric that comes with self cutting lines.
Settled onto the hallway floor with my sweet companion. The only thing she won’t do with me is vacuum. She’s a sensible dog.
And set to work. As more and more of the pattern appeared, I felt those glums subsiding. I felt stronger, more cheerful … content. Especially when Abby came home. There’s nothing like the lovely company of my Abby, Julian, or Mum to shove those glums away.
And in less than 2 hours … voila! I must add … this is a hard rubbish chair. Picked up from the footpath on the Nepean Highway on our way to Southlands one day. It has a pair – the pair doesn’t have a seat. I’m now inspired to finally buy that rattan and fix it just so’s I can cross stitch it!
Can you imagine a farm house kitchen with these lovely bentwood chairs in all different colours pushed in around a scrubbed table, all with red gingham cross stitch? Oh I can. It will be an immensely popular photo on Pinterest (hee! hee! hee!) And the best bit is – I see these chairs on the side of the road regularly – yes!
Sigh …. look at that nubbly texture … so pretty. And I love how, with a wee bit of distance, the gingham makes it look like wonderfully thread variegated yarn.
And the colours …. swoon!
Yes, a quick bit of gingham cross stitch was a lovely balm on what was shaping up to be a pretty flat day. And for that I am very grateful.