Life is getting in the way...

Extra shifts at work, time with my beautiful grandchildren, social events, and a stubbornly sore back—lately, it feels like the universe is conspiring to keep me from my craft corner. Sitting in my usually comfy chair now triggers painful spasms, and standing all day isn’t an option either. The chiropractor visits are helping, though they’re not exactly budget-friendly.

Still, I’ve made a little progress on my very short list of current projects. The “Dad scarf” is a blessing—easy to pick up, with short rows that let me sneak in a stitch or two before I need to move again.

 The variegated yarn dances between blues and greys, catching the light in ways that make it look surprisingly bright. It’s a quiet joy, even in small doses.

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Meanwhile, the cosy ripple blanket sits quietly, hook paused mid-row like a bookmark in a well-loved story. It’s waiting patiently while life takes the lead. I know I’ll return when the moment’s right.

Progress has been slow, but the colors still bring comfort. It is very much brighter in real life. Each wave reminds me that creativity doesn’t vanish—it simply ebbs and flows. And sometimes, even a paused project holds its own kind of beauty.

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When my back permits, I’ve been turning to something a little less yarny. As you know Tony and I are working on a jigsaw depicting Hawker Hurricanes. He’s helped a bit (though I’ve definitely done more!), and the planes are now proudly assembled.

I’ve moved on to the headland and sandy shore beneath them, fitting pieces in when I can. It feels surprisingly good to click a few into place—like small victories in a quiet campaign. I can’t sit or stand there for long without my back stiffening, but even brief puzzle bursts bring a sense of progress and achievement.

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Slow progress, small victories, and a few stitched moments—life may get in the way, but it hasn’t stopped me yet. With extra shifts ahead and a new role to orient into, craft time will remain limited for now. My back is still protesting, but I’m hopeful it will grow stronger again. In the meantime, I’ll keep finding small moments of creativity—whether it’s a scarf row, a puzzle piece, or simply a moment to breathe. It’s not about speed—it’s about showing up, one gentle step at a time.

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Until next time, may your needles dance, your yarn remain untangled and your stash whisper only inspiration.