Back to Normal

Back to normal means we're cooking for ourselves. Back to normal means we're planning to leave the house, all together. Back to normal means I've no excuse not to get out of my pyjamas all day.

Back to normal also means taking down the beautiful cards for Tilly that have taken over our living room, and starting to put together a book of memories from her first month.

Back to normal means feeling creative again.

Back to normal means pulling out the piles of papers, the paper cutter, the mementoes from the hospital and from the pregnancy, and printing photo after photo. (The fact that Tilly's first two weeks were spent in the company of a whole family taking a photo a day means I've got plenty of material!)

Back to normal also means pins and fabric scraps on the couch, because, of course, one thing on the go is never enough!

Back to normal means feeling the urge to make, make, make, and though there may be less time in the day for sewing and memory-keeping, the time that I do find has become even more sacred, as if I need to condense all the joy I got from four hours of stitching into forty-five minutes.