…the day after the weekend before…

It never ceases to amaze me, every single year, exactly how exhausted I am after a solid 3-4 days of doing nothing more than sitting around, chatting and crafting at quilt camp. And every year, I come home completely knackered, in need of a weekend to recover from my weekend.

It was such a fabulous weekend. 3 full days of sleep ins and too much food and too much coffee and staring at the ocean from the deck as I chatted with the ladies and finishing books and starting books and bouncing between projects like the crazy unfocused crafter I am.

Discussions are already well under way for next year, even as I put the finishing touches on one of this years gifts. And despite the exhaustion, I also feel energized and inspired and fired up ready to hit the silly season head on, and wrap up a heap of projects for the 202020 challenge over the next two months. Lots of posts coming this week too, with what I worked on, what I gave, and a full wrap up of the weekend. For now, though, I’m going to make yet another cup of coffee, stare at the almost-unpacked-but-too-hard-to-finish suitcases full of craft supplies, and count the hours until bedtime, with Little Athletics in between which requires me to appear as a coherent and functioning adult, which could be very interesting….