forget the lessons in it. (I'm older now, and expect to forget more!) Oh perfectionism...I was taught the other crafts in my life, counted cross-stitch, crochet, etc. by the same dictators that strictly mandate coloring inside the lines. I learned their lessons well, and was probably harsher on my work than they could ever be. I undid countless stitches, because I didn't have it exactly right, and that attitude followed into quilting, where I expected perfection without the learning curve! I'm learning to be kinder to my artist child. And yes, it is much easier not to risk trying than to try and fail or worse yet: "I'll look like an idiot." Aging has helped me be okay with appearing the idiot, as my children will attest to!
Like Sophie, I am more envious of other's situations. I so long to have my own home again, one that is not a public venue. I envy those who are already retired, as that is my goal now, though I know I am the envy of those that have 9-5 lives.
I did morning pages 6 out of 7 days. This is probably a long lasting habit. It was easy on vacation since I didn't have online access, and really needed to fill my early morning time with something.
Socks! A couple of years ago I treated myself when ordering some fabric online to a pair of Laurel Burch socks. I wore them for no reason at all. I still need to write my mantra and place it where I can easily remind myself of it. Treating myself like a precious object will make me strong. I have heretofore subscribed to the notion that being hard on myself was the key--and though it didn't work, it only reinforced my resolve to be harder still. Duh! Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results!
I had many artist dates. Walking on the beach picking up treasures has got to be one of my favorite pastimes! I have many trinkets to make into a windchime. Instead of buying a pair of socks, I treated myself to another pair of Crocs, which were on sale at a shop on the Strand in Galveston. Last summer I bought a pair of Airwalks which though they looked similar were a pale, cheaper version of my original Crocs. My feet need all the kindness I can afford to give them. I still want to make a collage!
My Christmas cactus is still going strong and has been blooming since Thanksgiving. Unlike my artist child which still needs coddling, it thrives with neglect. Of course in the summer, I can't get away with not watering my plants for the extended periods I do in the winter. Happy New Year everyone!
4 comments:
Welcome home, Hilda.
Talk about synchronicity, the store where I bought my Danskos is having a sidewalk sale later this week and I'm hoping to pick up a pair of CROCS in a nice bright color (maybe even orange) to have something to look forward to wearing come spring.
Ah, it's good to see you posting again - I missed you!! My mornings aren't the same without our cyber chats, although I've been less than regular about the routine so far since you've been back. Sounds like you had a good AW week - Chapter 7 was a timely one for me too I think. Your Christmas cactus looks great!
Hilda, welcome home!
I have a Christmas cactus (actually it is a Thanksgiving cactus--I found out a few years ago there are two types), that belonged to my grandmother. Now, she died 18 YEARS AGO. It thrives on neglect, often doesn't bloom at all or blooms at Easter (it's old and confused, like me). When I aquired it, my grandmother had it potted in an old tin Russell Stover hard candy can. Ultimately the can rusted away and I had to repot, and I swear that thing was getting nutrients from the tin can! Maybe I need to find an old Crisco or coffee can (everything today is rustproof aluminum).
Your Christmas cactus is gorgeous. Enjoy the new shoes. I am longing for a pair of high black boots. They should be one sale about now...
Post a Comment