There’s been far too much reading and thinking, thinking and reading going on in this house for my liking. Interesting, but I’ve discovered it is rubbish for my sense of direction in terms of my own work, and gives me a feeling that everything I’m doing is unworthy. So I have decided to stop reading and thinking for at least a month.
I shall make things, sew, look at pictures and read things like Terry Pratchett instead. I shall listen to music while I cook. This morning (sorry if this starts to sound like Housewife Country Living Blog) I am making cassoulet and chocolate orange cookies, reading Pratchett in between the timer buzzing, and listening to a variety of stuff meandering around my iTunes library. One thing leads to another and back again. I started with Aqualung “Memory Man” wandered down to Bombay Bicycle Club, made a short stop at Clem Snide before heading for Radiohead “In Rainbows” wanting something more strident while the meat and onions sizzled, but then getting annoyed with Thom Yorke when the sizzling stopped, heading back to Aqualung’s “Still life” instead. Tom Waits beckons, but my 16yr old son makes disapproving noises when I start that up, so he might have to wait till I can sit with the headphones on.
Might have to invest in some EXPENSIVE cordless headphones, not the cheap ones I bought a while back and moaned about (I only have myself to blame, No-postage-£5-from-Hong-Kong is never going to provide a quality product is it?)
I haven’t posted photo of what I’m sewing because it has the construction marks and guidelines all over it, and you won’t see what’s going on, so I’ll save it till I can wash out the marks and show you properly.
I have eschewed the Arty Bollocks for a while. The blog will be descriptive, pictorial and “Oooh what a lovely shade of yellow” until I get my head back where it should be.
The photos are of the clothes I bought a couple of weeks back. They have brown paper shadows attached to them on my board for me to regard while going about my business. They move about, and sometimes get discarded. When I’m sure what they are doing, I’ll make them more permanent in some way.
So I feel as if I’m in a holding pattern. I’m relying on the making to sort me out and point me the right way. Usually works.
