An evening of creative busyness

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I had such a fun afternoon yesterday.

After a slow morning of knitting, it was a fully creative evening, like the ones I hope to do everyday but instead always choose the easier option of procrastinating, eating crap and watching YouTube.

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I really needed it too. I don’t need to say how down I’ve been, the fact I’m depressed anyway and I haven’t blogged in three weeks means you can conclude it for yourself. I gift you creative control on that decision.

It started with re-potting some plants I’ve grown myself, for birthday presents, while listening to Twenty One Pilots live at Firefly festival, and watching my 4 year old brother head bang to it.

While I was re-potting one (and a disaster happened to it, but I won’t share today) I decided I may as well do all of them. I then rummaged around the house to find bowls and tins to be used as pots. It feels so much nicer to use something you already own, or find a new use for, than buying a new pot. I don’t know why that is.

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I wrote tags for the ones I’m giving away, then as I was fertilising all my plants there was an orange glow radiating from all the windows and sitting about the house. I don’t believe we’ve seen a golden hour in a while.

Maybe we have but my beyond my dark blinkers I couldn’t see it.

I decided for the rest of the evening – after arm wrestling with my brother to convince him to eat his pasta – to finally upload my moon faces onto Etsy ( – From Miles – ) which, if you have never sold anything online, can be so, so tedious. The most boring part out of the whole process.

BUT, I had decided all my Moon Faces have names and back stories. And so, I had soooo much fun writing them. I was laughing out loud. It was a proper creative exercise. It reminded me of when I was 16 and I’d write short stories for my friends in similar fashion.

 

 

I’ve uploaded 7 so far, go have a look if you’re curious at my sense of humour and who these Moon Faces really are.

I hope to be back at posting almost daily – but who can ever know when mental health is riddled between every line in my brain. I have my Morocco trip to write about and in my own time I’ll get to it because I enjoy blogging about travel so much – spoiler: Marrakesh markets are mental.. pretty obvious.

Anyway, thanks for reading and here’s to more creative days!

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A quickie on plants and possibly insanity

Something wonderful happened a few weeks ago. Wonderful you ask? Yes, and you may only understand if you are like me.

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My brother began to describe a plant he owns to me, with so much detail and love. I was like yes! I get this. This is how I talk about my plants. He was then telling me his girlfriend doesn’t care like he does, and again yes! My boyfriend switches off when I start explaining how one is growing, ones stopped, how one is growing a certain way, concern for another and that I don’t like to split up the twins. (Photo of the twins below. They’re nonidentical. They’ve been together for so long and grew so well together that when I potted them into individual pots I couldn’t split them up. Genuine sadness.)

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It was a magical moment (brother would probably disagree) of knowing I wasn’t alone in this world of wanting a few house plants but not wanting to care for a garden and possibly not children but plants are enough. He wasn’t on board though when I was explaining that people say you should talk to your plants but I believe they grow more if you radiate love for them when you water them.. I’m really not crazy, I just don’t know how to write this without sounding insane.

So this post is for my love, and hoping others understand, but knowing they probably won’t, BUT I took some pretty photos for people to look at?

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Avocado Plant 

It won’t grow in England they said. Watch me.. At least try, I said. Despite the typical English summer we are having, the every season in one day has seemed to have helped my plant grow. It’s ready to be potted. I’m excited to see if it’ll continue to thrive.