I am sitting here this morning, flicking about the internet – reading the news on several different sites, checking the rain forecast, looking at my favourite few blogs to see what they’re up to, checking to see what animals are for sale this morning (I’m addicted) – and it occured to me that I really really loved the old blogging days when I could spend a good hour reading wonderful stories from women around the world. Reading about the projects that were occupying their hands, their dreams, sometimes their sadness, what their families were up to, the lifestyles they were patiently, passionately, creating … it was so incredibly inspiring, meaningful and just plain lovely.
These days, now here I am truly wasting time, flicking between news that is depressing and infuriating at the same time. Fretting for rain – and investing an awful lot of emotional energy and time – instead of just accepting what will happen today, will happy. Truly frittering away hours looking at animals that are lovely but that are hundreds of kilometres away and thus completely inaccessible. And then feeling a little bit deflated when I check in on those old favourite blogs and there’s nothing new posted.
Hmmmm. And what exactly am I doing here at :: a Handmade Life :: ? No chatting about the projects that are filling me with pleasure. No sharing of my dreams and occasional calamities. No stories of what we’ve been up to as a family – no recording of those lovely, simple, funny days that make me smile years later. No excited retelling of the crazy, wonderful adventures we are having as we stumble along, building up our little farm and shape this new life of ours.
Yes. That’s right. I’m contributing to that deflating sense of “Oh I wish there was something else lovely to read. I wish these people I have loved for so many years, were continuing to share the sparkles in their days.
So you know what? I shall put my best foot forward today and once again, regularly share the things that make me smile (or grit my teeth) here at Wombat Hill farm. Crafty stories where projects are not regularly finished, but hey there’s plenty of loveliness along the way. Ponderings from the kitchen where sometimes I’m able to produce something yummy and healthy! Tales from the fields around us as we work so hard fencing, building animal houses, planting trees, proving I am indeed useless in the garden, and spending wonderful hours with the amazing critters that share our land. And sometimes, little laments as things don’t work out, things overwhelm, or things are plain annoying. All of life in it’s glorious ordinary mess.
And just in case you’re rolling your eyes … I don’t think my life is anything spectacular. My home is often messy, regularly dusty and not much matches anything else. But to us, it’s cosy, comforting, and colourful, with every corner filled with that which illuminates what’s important to us and how we love to spend our time. That to me, is what a home should be. I’m rounder than ever so there won’t be any floaty, dreamy clothing on display. Just lots of colour and pattern, things that are easy to make and comfy to wear, things that say “yep, that’s lily!” My quilts won’t be any show stoppers. They will be pieced with an eye to pleasure – rather than perfection, what’s rocking my boat this week – rather than what technique everybody is obsessed with at the moment, and they will all be quilted onto those gorgeous vintage pure wool blankets I can’t stop buying ’cause I know one day they will run out. My knitting will be cheerful but probably a bit wonky. My embroidery probably never finished but delightedly started. My animals are adored and cared for to the best of our ability but sometimes we will make mistakes and things will resemble more Mr. Bean’s adventures than River Cottage. And my garden – I wonder whether it will ever get going or I’ll ever know what I’m doing, and I shall probably buy my veg from the shops for the rest of my days!
But. If that kind of ordinariness appeals to you and you would like to read something chatty and silly but from the heart that makes you hopefully smile during your day, or be inspired to run over to the sewing machine and get stuck into some wonderful creativity, or just something to flick over to because that news is so bloody awful … well then, let’s try again!
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