Bead me up

Remember the urge to bead I was wittering on about recently? Still unwell and in hibernation mode, I haven’t quite got to starting anything yet, but have been focusing instead on the numerous repair jobs I’ve been putting off for some months now.

It’s intensely satisfying, returning these once-loved pieces to their former glory. And I’ve been able to sew while watching favourite old DVDs on the sofa and soothing a sore throat with endless cups of tea, in the downtime while Olive sleeps off her own cold.

I’ve simply no patience for my old Janome today, which is becoming more and more erratic (the old girl might be on her last legs, I fear). Some days, there is comfort in taking the slowest route possible.