I've spent Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday at home by myself this week, just doing things: printing, making patterns for my impending course, I even made some cakes. It has been solitary time, sometimes boring, sometimes not but I'd got all used to it and today at the market was a bit of a shock to the system.
A pom-pom necklace, made from my precious dyed wool.
A new print of my favourite pot.
A rug I found on the street. Score.
New yellow espadrilles keeping me company the whole while.
And a hasty repair on a cut finger.
Do you enjoy spending time alone? I can't make up my mind whether I'm any good at it or not.