Last week saw me hit by a creative lightening bolt. My creativity which perhaps lay mostly dormant since just before I had the kids suddenly seems to be surfacing. Creative thinking, creative doing, creative being ...
... today I made this pair of leggings for Gaia out of an old pair of my pajamas using this tutorial .... I'm so chuffed with them, they were so simple and quick.
I prepared for the inevitable and made calendula syrup for coughs and colds and some sage honey for sore throats.
I baked a loaf of bread for the first time in a long while and brewed more winter vitamin syrup. I even hauled a box of my old clothes down from the loft ready for a bit of upcycling next week and I've started making salt dough home decorations again, inspired by nature and imagination.
It's quite refreshing. But I wonder, in amongst my fastidious creativity, weather I've been a good mama today or not. There is no denying I need to flex my sleepy creative muscles. Yesterday was so intensely satisfying in the woods just them and me but today they've mostly been curled up with Cliff, who isn't 100% well, on the sofa watching films and playing PS3 games whilst I flit like a butterfly from one project to the next... is there any justifying this as quality down time with Daddy? How much does it really matter if once in a blue moon sunday is a total couch day? Funny how becoming a mother I've relinquished any justification for doing things for myself ... I wonder if other mama's feel the same or is it just me?
Love & Light X