Yes, I know it's Thursday.
So let me begin... My little bundle of joy is now 21 months old and he has been and continues to be a hurricane like force that sweeps through our lives. The last couple of years have been incredibly tough. Soul destroying hard work and a house that constantly resembles a play centre following a busy afternoon. I have had to adjust all over again to being on call 24 hours a day, many disrupted night's sleep, and the complete and utter lack of any meaningful time with either my hubs or on my own. Solo time is so important to me. I'm a certified INFP on the Myers Briggs Type Indicator I love being on my own. I spent far too much time with my thoughts, even when in company, I find time restraints incredibly stressful and I'm disorganised to the point of chaotic.
This perhaps explains my extremely erratic blogging pattern over the last 2 years. I just haven't had any time and what little time I get is spent trying to claw back the housework, make sure the kids have enough clean clothes, and... sleeping, to be honest.
However, since around midsummer I have found a pattern developing. I no longer go to work on a Wednesday but Master L still goes to a childminder (who happens to be a very close family friend) on this day. Miss 8 is in school which means that Wednesday has become my day. My day. The one day I look forward to every week. It is sacrosanct and all the fun things I want to do are saved for that day. In reality, once it comes around, I am either too tired that I end up sleeping through it or I am so overwhelmed with possibilities that my brain overloads... and I end up sleeping.
All this by way of getting to the point, which is that on the days that I do manage to get things done, I have a fine old time. Last week I decided I would finally go through my vintage children's book collection and single out those books that are very old and tatty and make something out of them.
There are hundreds of ideas on what to do with old books on Pinterest but one of the simplest things I've found is to make gift tags. You just cut them up, hole punch them and stick a pretty ribbon or piece of twine through them. Simple. If you spend a good couple of hours on this you end up with a collection like this one.
Aren't they simply wonderful?
I like to be creative and nothing gives me greater pleasure than to make my own objects of simplicity and prettiness and look at them adoringly afterwards. However what I possess in enthusiasm and intent is ebbed by the aforementioned time restraints, not to mention my discernible lack of talent. But the great thing about these is that it doesn't matter. Anyone can sit and cut out shapes. I have a guillotine but I didn't even bother using it. What's more, anyone who has an interest in crafts would already have the basic items needed to make these.
I can't stress enough how rudimentary my craft skills are, hence the rather crass title of this post. For the foreseeable future, I have christened my Wednesdays 'Crap Craft Wednesdays' and I have a list of all the creative tasks I want to undertake in the forthcoming weeks and months. Hopefully I can continue to put this precious me-time to good use and worry just that little bit less about everything else.