Idle hands...

From the outside I think it seems very idyllic... drink tea, felt, visit with my lovely neighbours and friends...

as anyone who works in the arts knows... it's not all that idyllic sometimes. Muses are fickle. They come and go as they please...

so if you are remarking on how clean my kitchen is and how I'm so together with my cookie baking and soup making... then you are not hearing the sinister music playing in the background. I'm not on it... in fact I'm trying to keep busy so I don't go crazy waiting for inspiration to return... if my kitchen is clean than the muse has wandered off...

care for a cuppa while I put in a load of laundry?