Meanwhile, I'm still at my parent's, and amongst other things working on the corded petticoat. I have finished the first group of seven cords, and I'll start on the second tonight. I still like the work, and I'm not tired of it, I just wish there was more time for all the other projects I want to start on (and in some cases finish). It would be good if I could make myself a new winter coat, since my old ones are all but threadbare... and I'd like to have my second try on St Birgittas coif finished.... and my needle bound socks... and I could use another pair of knee high hose... and I could really need some woolen skirts for everyday and Sunday-wear.
This week I've also been working in my parents garden. They cut down a tree that was dangerously close to the house last week, and gave the wood to a friend. After he removed it, all the branches and foliage was left on the lawn, and so I've been working on stacking it in a pile at the bottom of the garden, to be burnt. It's fun, but hard work, many of the branches are a good deal longer than me. But I like to work outside, and would like a tiny farm of my own sometime.
It's so good to be a my parent's, to have company available whenever I want it. To just talk to Mum as soon as I have a thought, to talk to Dad and my brother in the evenings, and not have to eat alone is great, as is playing and cuddling with my youngest siblings. At my place there's just me and the dust bunnies.... it's all right most of the time, but really, humans are supposed to live in families, and I feel lonely sometimes. I'm thinking of getting a cat or two for company.