. . . but at least I am starting. I have no valid reasons for not having blogged for almost 3 months. If I put my mind to it I could come up with string of excuses but they’d be rather feeble and really, you’d see through them in a heartbeat. So what if I work full-time in a demanding job? Others do too, along with caring for their families and countless other responsibilities, yet they manage to blog more frequently that I do. And besides, I’ve been on holiday for 4 weeks now.
My energy deserted me, me get-up-and-go got up and went . . . it’s as simple or as complex as that. I didn’t want to so I didn’t. It’s not that I haven’t been working on creative projects or thinking deep, analytic thoughts and my sense of humour didn’t desert me. It’s just that I didn’t feel the desire to blog about them at the time.
Fortunately, I’m not about to castigate my Self for sloth or admonish my Self for procrastination, it is such a waste of time and energy and will only serve to make any internal opposition stronger. Aren’t I lucky that my ‘I/you-should-blah-blah-blah-muscle’ can be rested?
It’s not that I haven’t been working on creative projects or thinking deep, analytic thoughts and my sense of humour didn’t desert me. It’s just that I didn’t feel the desire to blog about them at the time.
This Christmas every gift was to be handmade or be consumable so I made gifts and gave food and music (which counts as a pleasure-giving consumable with longevity). I slipped up just a tad when I gave Adam and Yo a Corkcicle to keep their bottle of wine cold while they sit out under the trees in the evening sun.
The colours in this photo aren’t great. The jeans were a pale grey and the red and orange, same as the ukulele inside the bag, looked great together.
Meg had asked a while back if I could make a pink unicorn . . . I don’t usually take orders but in this case, how could I say no? She was one happy camper!
I took a tacket stitch class with Diana Trout and this journal was the first one I made.
Here’s a close up of the stitching.
And my stencils! One sheet of recycled acetate, one exacto knife and a pleasant half hour.I found that drawing an image and laying it under the acetate when cutting made the process easier. I didn’t attempt to slavishly cut on the lines of the draft . . . they were just a guide. Because the acetate sheet is clear I sprayed a page and placed it behind the stencil when I stored it in a clearfile . . . And then there were the little back-to-back notebooks as bonus gifts for friends and relations. The covers were left over collage papers stuck to recycled manila folders or printed onto recycled and cereal box cardboard. There’s quite a bit of recycling happening around here!
So I never really stopped, just a hiccup, we all have them, no need to explain.