Too slow, Roo.
But it was good to greet the sunrise and stride out across the fields and through the woods, when only the gamekeeper was up and about.
I need to knit a neon hat to avoid any possibility of being mistaken for a deer.
Hero must have found the leftovers from Saturday morning's hunt, as later I came across a single hooved leg lying outside the front door - eeeurgh!
The joys of country living.
All day I was a whirlwind of activity. I tackled my home filing system, did the washing and hung it out, scrubbed the floor, cleared out a cupboard and still managed to get to the market town and back before lunch.
And then there was quiet knitting time, working on my Ellipses shawl and casting on a new sock for spring.
Plenty of time to read: I finished "Hunger Makes Me a Modern Girl" by Carrie Brownstein, which would have been a lot better if I had recognised the cross-references.
I am just not cool enough!
On Sunday I knitted and read and watched a dvd.
Time to trace the Archer shirt pattern.
So much time to myself.
So perhaps I may be forgiven for my long introspections.
The pondering of such inconsequentialities as how to fold a scarf so that the coral pink stripe shows.
My wardrobe fell victim to an attack of bereavement-induced decluttering.
I bought these trousers in the post-Christmas sales, a few days before Atterley went into administration. Fortunately I love them... and the black pair I purchased the week before (also in the sale) as part of a suit for "funerals and interviews". In the end, I did not need funeral trousers, so they are being kept for Best.
These garments are all ethical in the sense that they were made in London rather than overseas.
They are now key to my office "look".
The other survivors are: my 1970's pattern culottes, two skirts, five dresses, four cardigans, two jumpers, a handful of me-made tops, a summer coat and all of my handknits. And of course my Maya handmade coat.
My home-wear has been reduced to: my farm coat, three pairs of jeans, three dresses, a shirt, five t-shirts, the afore-mentioned handknits and an enormous navy ethical jumper that was supposed to be for work, but which became the garment I crawled into every day during December and January.
My Hospice Jumper.
I still wear it every evening and weekend. It is comforting.
People, I have some work to do.
Much to FL's former bewilderment, I care about clothes and how I dress.
I find fashion and style fascinating.
It is liberating to be shot of the garments that literally cramped my style over recent years, but which could not be seen to "go to waste".
Having cleared the clutter, I am trying to be mindful about what I make or buy.
I have enough to wear as long as I keep up with the washing.
I certainly don't have too many decisions to make in the morning.
But I would like to have more options.
So there will be some Thinking Out Loud.
P.S. I have been rubbish at replying to your comments. I hope to do better at that going forward.