I was off work sick for over a week recently and, although I didn’t have energy for much more than sitting on the couch playing endless hours of Supaplex (recently rediscovered after 20+ years!), reading a few pages at a time of my current book (Elizabeth Gilbert’s ‘The Signature of All Things’) or watching mindless rubbish on Netflix, the absence of activity allowed for some familiar yet long-ignored feelings to resurface… that I should somehow be doing more with my life. You know: living up to my potential, embracing life to the fullest, being all I can be.
For as long as I can remember, I have loved to make things with my hands, learning new skills and experimenting with different materials, textures, colours and equipment in order to craft functional objects – particularly surrounded by other keen students or hobbyists. It is possibly my favourite thing to do. Those moments are when I have been at my happiest, get into flow and feel at ‘one’ with the myself, the universe… or something. And it is something I have been promising myself for years that I would find more time for.
The problem is that I have a lot of creative and crafting interests: mosaics, enamelling, wood working, furniture restoration, upholstery, fabric printing, jewellery making, sewing, basketry, weaving and probably some other things that I can’t think of right now. I’m also keen to learn how to weld with the goal of being able to shape, cut, fuse and otherwise coax metal into various interesting, practical and fun items. The issue, of course, is there are only so many working hours in a weekend (or a life) and I seem to suffer from a naïve and greedy desire to explore and collect as many creative skills as possible in order to expand the breadth and ambition of the projects I am able to undertake.
As you might imagine, I have been fantasising for years about how great it would be to have more time and energy to pursue these myriad interests and make them a bigger a part of my life. However, before I throw in the towel and run off to some remote corner of the country to commit myself wholeheartedly to a life that I’m not even sure I can sustain or afford, I thought that (just perhaps) I should test my resolve and determine whether I really mean it, or, if this is another one of my many “I’ve decided to…” moments where I grandly announce something that I haven’t put a huge amount of thought into and certainly haven’t developed a plan of action, meaning that, in the not too distance future, it inevitably falls in a sad heap by the wayside while I busily pursue something else new and shiny.
SO, one morning while I was home from work sick, eating buckwheat pancakes, drinking instant coffee (pictured) and feeling better than I had for days due to the caffeine and maple syrup high… I resolved to start this blog.
My hope/ plan is that this blog will help keep me motivated, on track, accountable and perhaps even guilt me on occasion when I inevitably flag or get distracted. I thought it might also help to keep my family and friends up to date on what I’m up to (‘cause, to be honest, I am pretty rubbish at keeping in touch at the best of times and this project will probably only make me worse!)
I’m also hoping that it will help connect me with some likeminded people who are on a similar journey, have an interest or perhaps even experience(!) in a specific kind of craft, or simply just love the process of making things too.
So, here’s to my new adventure – salut! (Picture me toasting myself with an old and probably cold cup of coffee 🙂 )