Chicken

That's me. Thank you for all your kind, encouraging words. I didn't sleep for two nights, my mind racing, the serious lack of self confidence I have in myself had taken over from the excitement of the moment. I know I could do it, deep down, with my eyes shut, but no matter how much I kept telling myself that, I just couldn't shake off the sense of total dread I was feeling. Of being in the public eye, so I left it another day (again a sleepless night, plenty of tears) then e-mailed my friends turning down the offer. They know me so understand.

See at work in the residential home I feel totally different, I feel confident once I walk through the doors, I love it. I have the feeling of 'coming home' went I go to work.

Ok, so I found out something about myself, and maybe given myself the shake up I needed (too personal to blog about xx) So, I shall enjoy Lily and the impending puppies (we are are on the last week count down!!!!) I shall get some UFO's finished (Jasper's jumper was being worn last night and Josie's blanket is getting there - Oh what a shame, I need to buy some more wool........)

And stop worrying!!

But on a much more positive note, my baby is 15 today!!!!!!! (He forgot it was his Birthday so he agreed to play rugby after school - they won hands down!!) I gave him an incubator and an IOU for 10 rare breed chicken eggs (once he has set up the incubator) and his sister, who he ALWAYS professes to dislike, brought him (and their Dad) England V Samoa rugby tickets. How cool is that!! Even he had to smile at that!!

Sweet Shop Syndrome

Most of you who read my blog know a bit about me, those who don't here is a little bit about me.....

I love wool, fabric, buttons, fibres, making stuff, sewing... anything crafty....

So this job offer.......

be stupid to turn it down wouldn't I...

so at 6 pm went for a formal interview, offered job....accepted job.

That means in the last four years I have been 'head hunted' (sounds impressive!!) twice!

Maybe I am not so rubbish after all!!

And as long as H.H agree, I should be able to do both jobs, as someone said, the best of both worlds.

Now will have to cut out eating rubbish, loose a bit of flab, find something decent to wear (smart!!) and stop hiding away!

But....... Just think of all that fabric to touch and look at!!!!

Heaven.

Turns out, on the 1st of August they brought the business and Megan asked Tom (who happens to be the Chairman of the management committee at work) if he thought I would be interested in working for them. He said he couldn't ask as it would be a conflict of interest, so what luck that I bumped into them yesterday, on my Birthday. Now I keep thinking about all I DON'T know about fabric, boy have I got some homework to do!!!

An offer of the 'perfect' job?

I have had about a week and a half off work, lots of things planned but not much done. I spent ages sorting out my bedroom craft room. Now it has gone from a cluttered 'God knows where anything is' type of room to a work room come bedroom. I sort of know where stuff is, it is relaxing and my fabric is now in a cupboard, OK, a slightly big cupboard, but orderly (if fabric stashes can be orderly. An inspiration board behind one craft table...

Neat (ish) stash

Is it possible to say I have enough fabric to open a shop????? (the boxes on the top shelf are CRAMMED full with fat 1/4's)

I have had time to play......

Fiddle......

And just see what that would look like if I did that....

I had forgotten how much I enjoy all of that, to just know where things are so that they are on hand when you have a few minutes.

But the fabric thing brings me on to yet another dilemma in my life (sound like a drama queen don't I, sorry)

What would you do if you were offered (although part time) a job in a fabric shop, that has just been taken over by friends, who plan to expand, to sell wool, run workshops. Anyone who reads the right hand side of my blog knows that that would be, to me, almost the most perfect job in the whole wide world.

But, not only would it be 50p less then I get now an hour, so £6.25 per hr, I love my job at the residential home.

I could do both I guess, the fabric shop is in town so I would walk to work, I'd have to start taking a bit of pride in how I look. I'd have to find that confidence I seem to have lost over the last four years.

But just think of all that fabric to touch, feel.....