We’re eight days into the new year and it’s just as well I didn’t make a resolution to be less lazy or have a more regular presence on my blog because I’d have failed that before I even began. Luckily, I’ve never been into resolutions and I think I’ve worked out why: they imply that the old you was rubbish in some way. “New year, new you!” is the catch-cry. Because the old you is useless. The old you is too lazy or unfit or bad at croquet (or whichever sport is trendy with the hipsters now). It’s no wonder resolutions don’t work: they put us in a defeatist frame of mind before we even begin.
So forget that. Resolutions are out; goals are in. Continue reading
The good news is I’ve just finished the dress I’m going to wear to my friend’s wedding on the weekend. Unless you count hemming it, which we won’t, for the purposes of this post.
The bad news is it’s not the dress I was planning to make. Instead of a low-backed dress in pale blue with white polka dots, it’s a boat-necked dress covered in blue birds and butterflies. I’m not unhappy with it. In fact, it’s given me confidence that I’m improving with my sewing because it doesn’t need any tweaks to make it fit more snugly and I managed to sew the bodice lining in without pulling the front.
But it’s not the dress I wanted to make and wear and I know exactly who to blame. Continue reading
It’s that time of year where people start making rash promises about getting fit or climbing the nearest convenient mountain. Everything’s fresh and new and there’s the whiff of potential in the air. Why, we could do anything! Well, within reason. For some reason, running away to live a life on the road with two cats and a Chef with an internet gaming addiction is seen to be impractical, if only because there’d be a lot of camping involved.
I am by no means immune to this desire to create a fresh start and, given that several weeks of freedom remain between me and my return to work, I have plenty of time in which to get to grips with this new, improved me. Or a new, organised me because I don’t like to make resolutions: I make plans. Preferably with little ticky boxes next to them.
Of course, I also take photos in order to illustrate said plans. Continue reading