Me and stitching

I really do think I have lost the stitching bug. I still like lots of designs and still like lots of the stuff I have, and theoretically want to stitch it all, but when I pick up a needle I really have to make the effort to stitch for more than a few minutes. I remember when I wanted to stitch for every spare moment and I certainly do not feel like that, and in fact I don't think it was very healthy being that obssessed, but I do miss the feeling of being in love with something I could spend time doing. Nothing has really replaced it - I like knitting sometimes but I don't love it like I used to years ago, or like I used to love my stitching. I dispose of all my stash a couple of years ago and then regretted it and acquired more, but really and truly, I never have properly got the buzz back, and in fact, it seems like a chore mostly.Such a shame, as I really want to stitch Christmas stockings for the family, but I just don't enjoy doing it very much anymore.
But I do miss having a hobby. Nothing has replaced it and I am at a loss with what to do with the precious free time I do have. I do wonder if I am just old and tired now; I need to do nothing with my free time in order to get over working hard all day.I don't even manage to read for more than half an hour at a time now unless it's really easy book - the more challenging stuff I was reading until recently just seems like too much effort.

How sad. How scared it makes me feel about getting old.

Fed up

So we were supposed to have a mini Christmas this Easter, nice turkey dinner, games, nibble and turkey sandwiches in the evening. Ken had bought a humungous turkey  and I had to get up at 5am to put the it  in the oven, as we had to have lunch at 12 as Keats had to go to work at 1pm., I made Tiramisu and meringue for a pavlova the day before, bought cakes, presents for an 'Easter Egg' hunt in the garden, bought loads of wine and drink  - cost me a fortune altogether. I spent the rest of the morning cleaning and prepping veg. The day went OK to start with  and then golf reared it's ugly head. Chris, my SIL switched on the golf during the afternoon, but switched off when I complained. Then Ben disappeared off to his mates and  Keats had already gone to work, so the numbers were down.  Then come the evening, Chris went and watched the golf on the PC down in the end room and Ken joined him. OK, the evening was spoilt anyway, because Tom wouldn't go to sleep, but I think it is the height of rudeness to go and watch TV in someone elses house, especially when it was his idea to have the 'mini Christmas' and play games in the evening.  As Keats was at work, that only left me, Jen and Debs to look after Tom, and in the end Jen and Chris went home at 9pm. So I went to bed and sulked and left everyone else to clear up.
What made it worse was that noone else seemed to think there was anything wrong in them going to watch the golf. Jenny said they shouldn't miss it when they had been following the whole tournament up 'til then. To be fair, Ken had been going to record it so I can't blame him - he only went and watched it 'cos Chris had already put it on. I must be old fashioned. I was brought up to not have the TV on when you had visitors, unless it was a joint thing that everyone wanted to watch. These days, people seem to have the damned thing on all day.

I've now closed my blog down so it's available only to me, If Miz or Michelle want access they can have it. I just want it to be somewhere I can vent and say what I want and no one else has to worry about it. I'll take down all the ancillary links when I have more time.
In the meantime I just want to record that I was awarded a Recognition Award at work yesterday and got some High Street vouchers for £25. Very nice thank you - despite my natural cynicism I was really pleased to get this.  Just a shame I can'y sppend thevouchers at Sew and So or the wool shop!