This 'Sews, Grows and Prose' idea thingy I had a week or so ago is going rather well, though I do say so myself without trying to sound too cocky and smug about it. The baby step approach I have adopted has produced surprisingly substantial results.
For example, I have made good inroads into a cross stitch picture and have expanded the 'Sews' element into researching a few embroidery blogs to follow in order to give myself more ideas about what miracles can be performed with needle and floss, all in preparation for my course which starts in a few weeks time. And having made a blouse in a few short hours the other week, I am now looking for a good swirly winter skirt pattern and suitably quirky fabric with maybe cats on it. Just for a laugh.
The 'Grows' section has produced two tubs of radish seedlings and a trough of rocket seedlings in the greenhouse and a plate in the kitchen window of good old mustard and cress! The back garden is looking tidy for winter, and my thoughts are now running to sweet pea sowing and the weaving of the recently harvested willow into a structure for the front garden for the sweet peas to grow up and through. I might also go crazy and pop in a few cabbages.
And the 'Prose?' Well, I spent time this morning editing a 2000 word short story AND I have written around 8000 words of a novel, the idea for which has never occurred to me before now but since it did seems hugely obvious and I don't know why I didn't think of it before! And I have also spent time carefully perusing the copy of Mslexia, a writing magazine specifically aimed at women writers, which plopped through the letterbox yesterday.
Part of me is kicking myself that I haven't adopted this approach before. And yet the 'Sews, Grows and Prose' idea came with the realisation that I have spent too much time in the past trying to measure up to the expectations other people have put on me, ultimately to the detriment of ignoring who really knows best about my life - which is me!
Beware people who start sentences with 'What you want to do is...' and those who offer their opinions on your ideas and actions a little too freely. People who get too involved in how other people are living their lives are most likely doing so in order to avoid the shortfalls and failings of their own. I have been guilty of this in the past.
No more, though. No more.
And finally...do you remember the 'Love Is...' cartoons? Well today, 'Love Is...your husband helping you to colour your hair.' Andy did mine for me today, despite feeling very trepidatious about the whole process and declaring at one point that he had turned me into one of the Munsters! I was left thinking, 'Is there no end to this man's talents?' He'd ready done some cartoon animation this morning AND made some rough puff pastry after lunch ready for the baking of a Wellington tomorrow. And now he is a colourist, too!