Posted on June 19, 2017
I don’t mean possessions, I’m not at all materialistic. I find money and things get in the way of the real stuff.
What I mean is the people you love, the habits you’ve formed together. The smiles you share and the games you play.
The odds and ends of life always turn out to be the best bits.
Alex and me have a thing for curling up on the sofa to watch some TV at the end of a long day – and busy evenings with the kids and their friends and everything else going on after work – we don’t usually get there until 10pm. If we’re not watching something together (and at the moment it’s The Handmaid’s Tale – which is another blog post entirely), Alex is so patient and will watch any sort of thing I choose, though he draws the line at hospital emergencies, and so I have to watch them from behind a cushion. Or sometimes I’ll draw and doodle while some film is going on. I’m very annoying – I ask too many questions about the plot, so that’s why I doodle instead.
I usually just draw whatever I can see; all the tiny, familiar but worthless objects that make a world cosy.
It’s nice. It’s boring. It’s love. It’s home.
Hold onto it tightly, and let all the rubbish fall away.
Posted on June 17, 2017
i made some biscuits
wrapped in paper
tied up with string
to the cake stall
at the church fete
i forgot to take them
i left them on the
i blame Holger
he got me so tipsy
and found it so funny
i am going to blame him for everything now
though i love him dearly
would you like to come over
for tea and biscuits
i have lots
Posted on March 13, 2017
Baby Tabitha and her Mummy popped in for a quick cup of tea. What welcome and lovely visitors they were – full of life and familiar, but forgotten perspectives.
It was so nice sitting on the floor in the kitchen. Things seem simpler down there. Tabitha thought the measuring spoons were the bees knees, and the egg poacher was popular too.
The old favourite baby toys are in a suitcase in the loft, and I could dig them out I suppose, but why bother when kitchen utensils are so much fun?!
Come again, Jenny and Tabitha!
Posted on January 9, 2017
Hello out there. Can I let you into a secret? Sometimes (often?) I feel like this:
But you know what? I planted those flowers round my feet, by my own hard work, and they are growing, slowly but surely. I’m making pictures and paintings and poems and stories and getting them out there, despite all the doubts and niggles. Those strange meanies don’t know what they are talking about, but their voices are sometimes loud and horribly compelling.
To prove that I’ve got this, (and I’m proving it to myself, perhaps!) I’m setting myself a challenge. A battle plan, if you like:
Post here on my blog every other day something which makes me smile. Something that went ‘well’. Something that warmed my heart. Something that speaks of ‘success’ – in whatever form that comes.
(I believe 100% that success is often just a well made, hot cup of tea, so with those achievable expectations, I should be OK, right?).
Will you join me and follow along?
I can do this! We can do this.
Posted on August 2, 2013
It happens to me sometimes, and I see more of the inside of the night’s pocket than I should.
So, early this morning, actually in the dead of night, wandering around the house, I remembered I’d had this idea for a painting, and scribbled it down. It’s about that time when I was a teenager, so alive I felt I was plugged into the mains. It’s about friends and girls. I painted a quick study of it today – I like it so much it’s going to be a large painting.
Perhaps sleep is overrated!
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