So, the eagle eyed amongst you may have noticed I’ve been a little more productive than normal on the stitching side of life. One reason is because I have been off sick for a few weeks while I let my brain catch up with te realities, physical and otherwise, of Parkinson’s.

Making stuff is my coping mechanism, as is chocolate. The latter has unfortunately taken its toll on my wardrobe (weight watchers here I come) but the former is only a good thing IMHO. While the last few weeks have been ahem, challenging shall we say, I have found real peace and relief in my knitting, stitching and now, felting.

And why am I talking about this now? I don’t like to shout about the hurdles Parkinson’s can throw up at you. Life’s too short. But today I’m going back to the office and I’m contemplating what are the fundamental building blocks of my personality.

Work used to be a massive one, I mean huge. I was a corporate cheerleader. But over the last Couple of years the balance had shifted. The last few weeks even more so.

What runs through me? What’s imprinted on my psyche? Increasingly its my boys. This may sound weird. I mean, they’ve been around a while now. But to me motherly love, while instinctive is also cumulative. And my recent break has allowed it to pile up all around me. To get involved in the minutiae of their days. To have time.

So, as I sit here on the train, I’m wondering how they’re doing getting ready for school and nursery. And I’m missing them. A lot. Here’s hoping I can find my professional pompoms or today’s going to be a toughie.


One response to “Imprint”

  1. […] been a little distracted recently as I’ve written about here so I finished my pieces on the train, drawing confused commuter stares all the way. They must have […]


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