Only a few days after my last blog post
everything began to change, but at last I’d say things are getting back to
normal and I have begun to find some time (energy) to get back to my artwork.
Titus’s last chase of the ball, before we turned
back from the beach, ended in a dislocated wrist and ruptured ligaments. Henry
drove across the river to rescue us and we haven’t been back since. After 2
months in a splint, 2 months of hydrotherapy, major surgery and a total of 8 months
wearing a lampshade, Mr T is slowly building up his muscles and inching his way
back to the beach.
In the meantime, we moved into the fabulous new
house that Henry built, box by box, every weekend for a few months. Every box
full of memories, goodies and “stuff” that we had managed to live without for
the last 4 years. It was like a prolonged Christmas.
Filling my new studio was amazing. On a Sunday
evening I would sit just looking at it for ages, in awe of having my own space to work in. Henry was rewarded with putting his books (1500 of them) onto shelves
for the first time in decades. And as for kitchen “stuff” – well, I had
forgotten how much cooking I used to do, and now love messing about in the kitchen again creating culinary
delights.
Operation “cushion” lasted a while too – excited
by being reunited with my fabric box, I made a grand total of 8 cushions,
covered a chair, made some roman blinds and set myself up to complete a number
of “UFO’s” (including a bedspread I started 15 years ago).
