


So I went and got myself a job.
I am loving it and it is less than full time so I still have time for family, my own creating, and a few other projects.
The family are having to adjust to me being home slightly later, I am having to adjust to wearing black. There is a requirement that I wear black as a sort of uniform, I do appreciate that does make it easier to get out the door and it works well for the job, however I have long made a point of having little black in my wardrobe, I love colour, colours that compliment and colours that clash, I love to surround myself with and to wear lots of colour. So it has been a bit of a challenge for me and as I walked to work on Wednesday I had a last loud colourful shout with my burnt orange scarf and bag.
Needless to say on my days off I am making up for it and wearing as many colours as possible.