When I’m stressed about something I can’t sit still. I can’t watch TV and I can’t concentrate.
So I tend to find myself doing one of two things:
Option A: Don industrial strength gloves and begin cleaning grime (currently, my oven is so clean you could eat off it and the bath tub so sparkly the kids no longer exit the bath with more grime than when they hopped in)
Option B: Turn on the tele and do some craft.
I go though phases of not making anything for months and then go madly finishing off projects and making new things.
Here’s an almost-finished cross-stitch still mounted on the awesome stand my hubby made me:
I don’t really like cats, but I do like the colours in this cross-stitch.
and here are some I’ve done previously:
and my beloved chooks
Then of course there are the weird things I crochet:
I seem to have a thing for chooks.
In a strange kind of way, many works I’ve done remind me of the great times of stress in my life. When my beloved Pop died, I made cushions which my mother has.
The waratah and grevilleas were done when we were first trying (and repeatedly failing) to get pregnant: a years worth of worry there.
The cross-stitched hen and rooster were done when we were living nearly 2000km away from family and friends and I was incredibly homesick.
So if you’re reading this, I’d like to know how you deal with stress. I NEED all the tips I can get.