Isn't the subconscious a wonderful and sometimes weird thing?  For the past four years I have been reluctant to do any quilling.  In 2006 my life was completely turned upside down, and during the main 'impact' I was quilling.    Since then I have been faffing with textiles, it was very enjoyable, but it didn't give me the joy and excitement of playing with paper.  Excitement is probably the wrong word, but I just never felt like that about the things I could do with yarn.    

Last week I was looking on one of the craft selling sites - won't say which one because I suddenly saw something which just made me laugh at the sheer bloody mindedness of the maker.  The maker had made something for which she was charging an exorbitant amount.  I hope it sells for her, it won't, but you never know...  trying their luck I expect.    However it got me to thinking about my quilling and I suddenly thought stuff this for a game of soldiers, and got some papers and made what you see below.    That night I had the most awful dreams of the 'main impact' all over again  but instead of accepting it as I had  before, I gave it what for and basically smacked it on the nose!  Never again am I going to waste time feeling sorry for myself.  I have had nightmares about this for four years, but never again.

So I made this Christmas cone with snowflakes and jewels to hang on the tree.  I have dug my half written quilling book out from the attic, and tomorrow I am going to see someone who might lend me a room above her shop to teach quilling classes in.  For the first time in ages I actually feel happy and that life is good again, amazing what a bit of paper can do isn't it!