Yesterday afternoon I returned home to domestic reality.
By the end of 5 days away, I was wanting to hug my daughter who got sick while I was away
and cuddle my boys.
(Heck, even give my hubby a snuggle)
But it was a fabulous, fabulous 5 days.
If you can look forward to an 8 hour car trip,
there must be a reason.
In this case it was because the company was lovely.
It was also because I was being chauffeured
so got to sit and knit to my heart's desire.
The road trip also involved coffee stops and op-shops
as well as a certain vintage shop in Nhill, Victoria.
The weekend was spent with a dozen like-minded women.
We are different ages, we have different stories,
we come from different backgrounds.
But we have in common a love of creating and being mums.
We are a group that are a product of an internet forum
and, where our own friends and family may not "get" the need to sew and craft,
these girls do.
There were familiar faces, some new faces,
lots of coffee, chocolate,
too much food, not much sleep
a huge amount of productivity.
Then the South Aussie girls got to drive home and enjoy another 8 hours in the car together.
And when we return,
the run of the mill daily routine is a bit brighter
when the washing contains vintage sheets
and cleaning up means finding a place for those op shops shoes and books.
It is a warmer, fuzzier place as your daughter tries on her new elf coat
and you cast on the dress to be returned in exchange.
This precious weekend is about having a chance to be a sewer,
an op-shopper, a coffee addict,
a chatter box, a late nighter or an early riser.
To be ourselves
and not be mothers for a weekend.
Our partners or rellies step up to help out on the home front while we are gone
and tell us to have fun and enjoy ourselves.
And we make sure that we do.