There we were thinking spring had sprung. Ha! Not this weekend … cold and dreary folks, cold and dreary. I may have written this before but just in case you missed it, I don’t like grey, dreary days. Cold? No problem – I love the weather being cold. Rainy? I love the rain. Day after day grey, grey, grey. Blech!
So we pulled out the fleece box and played needle felting whilst watching the Donna Doctor Who season – that temp from Chiswick is my favourite companion and David Tennant (sigh) he could plant his blue box in my front garden any day. I especially like his freckles :-)
Abby made the sweetest needle felted food for her wee dolly, as well as a hooded vest with a darling chicken appliqued onto the back (no photo – that big zoom lens that we are STILL using since dropping our lovely lens in January is just about hopeless inside on a cloudy day). She was very make-do-ish and used the Meg McElwee’s cape pattern for its hood – just redrawn to doll-size – she’s a clever chook my girlie!
And I’m working on a pyramid kind of doll – a needlefelted head on a stick, sewn into a body constructed from four panels of felt, decorated with needle felting. My vision had panels of delicate, spidery images. Reality is a bit larger but enjoyable nevertheless! She shall watch over the spring season table when she’s finished. Abby’s planning her Christmas and Halloween cousins.
Now, time to ready my things for the morning. Need to be at the tram stop (thank god it’s at our front door!) by 5.50am. Week 2 of working in an acute inpatient mental health setting.
It’s been very interesting so far … I’ve had my preconceived (read ignorant) notions about substance addiction challenged, my belief in the critical need for social equity and justice for every member of our community taken to an all new high, and seen the consequences of child abuse – man, can it be catastrophic – all consuming, very ugly – and has left me wondering how on earth we are supposed to create a society that is both safe for and safe from these very vulnerable people.
I’ve also met people who are so worthy of our utmost respect, love and compassion for their incredible resilience and commitment to life and the pursuit of happiness. It’s draining stuff and after one week, I don’t think I can see myself pursuing a career in mental health. But boy oh boy, do I have limitless admiration for the people who live and work with mental ill health every day.
Sure puts needle felting and seasons tables into perspective :-) and makes me come home and hug my girlie that bit closer.