Clay seems to be the one at the moment and I’m trying something that normal people naturally do – which is sticking to one thing. Clay. Clay is a’callin’.
I’m into my Moon Faces right now. I have six drying from today and six all ready to be hung up. It started when I was playing with a face on a house, Mr above, and I fell in love. I then broke his chimney and felt terrible, so made a plaster out of fabric and fixed him up.
He’s mine, Mr. But these others will eventually be up for sale. Like, I have to name them first.
My big Moon Faces will be varnished and left as they are, but the little ones will all have painted lips and little details. They’ve got attitude, what can I say.
They’re ridiculous. I love them.
Not much to report on my food from yesterday so let’s interrupt the vegan express train to throw in something else. Let’s mix things up for today.
It’s cold and windy. Every year I forget January is like this. I keep getting a hopeless, lowness cloud over me, and each day I’m batting it away like a strangers fart. The problem with lowness is that when you feel like there is no hope, there is no answer to what will help you.
Though I have tried reading, crafting, socialising and I booked a holiday for the end of February, I still feel as empty as my bank account is. I am fine though, and happy. Just wrestling with the blues.
I don’t own a house, but here I am obsessing over the shapes of houses recently. It must be because of the incense burner I bought from Edinburgh. We stayed at the bottom of Victoria Street, which is a windy road with all different coloured buildings – it’s as magical as it sounds. At the Christmas market there was a stall of these incense burners which I fell madly in love with because it reminded me of the road, and I hoped always would.
I’m playing with air dry clay at the moment. Seeing where that’ll take me and then pop them onto my Etsy.
My choice of scent this evening is my wine bottle candle and I’ve gathered my make up brushes to clean later. That’s all I’ve planned, as dull as it seems, for I’m always hopeful for unexpected and spontaneous excitement.
Spoon full of sugar, and all that.
I still have to find the fun and make tidying a game, Mary Poppins knew her stuff..
You know the millions of personality tests, I’m always the type who has messy surrounds and is not only is fine with it, can thrive creatively in it. I’m also the type that the ‘really neat’ type gets infuriated about – I know more of those people.
I had to have a little tidy today though, my bedroom is also a somewhat office and so although everywhere has a place, the place is just everywhere. That really should be my slogan.
I’m very good at treating and rewarding myself, I think it’s something anxiety has taught me. So the way I tidy is I do some of the boring bit, then I do a nice thing. And so on.
Netflix on too, has to be done. Happy Valley. I liked it. Has to be background noise though otherwise I’d just tidy my bed and make a nice cosy circle to watch it from with a cup of tea.
Netflix on, slippers on – put away clean clothes – light a candle – tidy the bags of bits I’m selling…
Find a receipt from Bruge, Belgium, McDonald’s and instantly send a photo to the boyfriend…
Then send him photos of how clear the floor looks…
Then have a cup of coffee…
And decide to clutter up the newly cleared desk and start cutting up some art prints…
Water my beloved plants…
Take photos of a frame I refurbished…
And write a blog post (right now)…
Soooo, I may flit from one thing to the next and get distracted but at least its a little bit better and I don’t have to jump over things just to get out the door.
Till a couple of days time that is.
At the end of August this year something metaphorically kicked me up the arse. Not enough time has passed for hindsight, so I won’t ponder on the whys of what happened – all I know is that something happened and it made me start selling on the internet.
I’m not selling anything to you now, by the way. I know that feeling of dread when you feel like you’ve being swindled.
So I sell on etsy and ebay. Not massive rewards and I’m learning each day. I also have days where I just can’t be bothered and whatever is kicking me up the bum seems to have put on a slipper.
But wanting to be true to myself, and myself likes pretty things, I wanted to hand make packaging – just a little print and on the back I will write ‘thank you’. This was at the very beginning, one of the first things I did, and, like I said, it was all a massive shrug of the shoulders.
Well, about 20 parcels later..
..I’ve had to make my second lot.
And this post was not going to be about this feeling in my body right now, just that I made some pretty pictures that go along with any package, but it feels good. I didn’t see it as a success till I started writing it up.
But if you don’t celebrate small successes what’s the point?!
So last night I packaged up my two leaf stamp wall hangings I made and they’re off in the postal system somewhere, with the last original print.
And my new prints?! Well, if England’s sky wasn’t so orange right now – like is this a hurricane or aliens? – I’d take some photos in natural lighting. It’s not meant to be, even though it’s only 4 pm while I write this (we’ve gone from a sunny October day to this spooky, orange, darkness all in a couple of hours. Now all I can ask is whether Hocus Pocus actually happening?).
It’s unknowingly become a tradition to send my Mum the most ridiculous postcards I can find on my travels. It started when I lived in Malta and she came to visit. While she was with me I was secretly finding the worst postcards and sending them to England for when she’s back home. They said silly things like ‘we just went to the pub,’ nothing more, and on the front a picture of stray cats.
Postcards are awful in general, you can find the most weirdest, most wonderful pictures and if you’re really lucky they’ll be bleached by the sun and bending. Just think of how many people have handled it! It’s truly a dying art form.
What makes them even more special is that this whole trip we were in contact with my parents by whatsapp and when you think you can’t get enough of me – 9 postcards come through the door. I’m never leaving you, parents.
In the past you would literally write what you had been up to on holiday, but obviously they already knew through being in contact and my blog. So there was no ‘Hello!!!! I’m having a great time! Yesterday we drove and today we will drive and tomorrow we will probably drive too! Miss you x’. You will see what we actually wrote.
Well, without further deliberation, I present my postcard project! Sent from 4 countries in 14 days.
Where I wrote it
What I wrote
And they all arrived home.
The locations? In order;
Luxembourg City, Luxembourg
Leeuwarden, The Netherlands
Amsterdam, The Netherlands
Maastricht, The Netherlands
You need to be tested.
Sentences pop into my brain every once in a while which sums up what I’m feeling or even advice for getting through it. It’s almost like there’s someone else in here with me that just points something out which steers me in the right direction. There isn’t a little man in here though, it’s an a culmination of all my thoughts jumbled up then like on Count Down it’s my job to find the words. It’s a little dose of clarity I need every once in a while.
Other thoughts I’ve had the past week or two that were so strong I had to write down;
Don’t become stagnant.
Exercise is the baseline for some stability.
You feel like you have so much to offer the world so why aren’t you offering it?