Hold your treasures tightly

black and white doodle

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.

 

I made some biscuits

 

i made some biscuits
four tins
one: chewy
two: crunchy
three: chocolatey
four: crumbley
wrapped in paper
tied up with string
so pretty
promised
to the cake stall
at the church fete
this afternoon

i forgot to take them
i left them on the
kitchen table

i blame Holger
because since
he got me so tipsy
on champagne
last week
and found it so funny
i am going to blame him for everything now
forever

though i love him dearly

PS:

would you like to come over
for tea and biscuits
i have lots

 

 

 

 

Baby talk

Baby playing

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!

Baby gestures

Battle Plan

Dear World,

Hello out there. Can I let you into a secret? Sometimes (often?) I feel like this:

illustration of monsters

You Can’t Do It. (Don’t listen to them!)

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.

Love, Trudi
x

 

Unable to Sleep

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!

Sixth Form Common Room (study) (c) Trudi Murray 2013

Sixth Form Common Room (study)
(c) Trudi Murray 2013

 

Sixth Form Common Room (c) Trudi Murray 2013

Sixth Form Common Room
(c) Trudi Murray 2013

 

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