I used to work for a number of different schools as what we call here the Clerk to the Governors. When I finished at my last job, days seemed incredibly dark for a variety of reasons I won’t go in to here but as a result my confidence was at an all time low.
Over the last few years I have tried to learn to cope better with John’s illness and the stresses and strains that life has thrown our way, not always successfully. I am learning to be kinder to myself and my quilting and handmade things have given me a new confidence. Going to craft fairs and talking to people about what I do has helped me to understand the value of my abilities in a kinds of different parts of my life.
This week has done that too: an unexpected opportunity from an unlikely (I thought) source has made me see that I do have value to others beyond my front door. I will try to remember this when stress rears its ugly head again.
I will continue to run Love Quilts and to make the things I love,; I haven’t stopped being a carer, the work I do can largely be done from home. I’m sure non of this will increase the frequency with which I update my blog!
In the dim and distant past (or ancient history as my ten year old would have it) otherwise known as my childhood, I grew up in the large village of Mullion on the very specially gorgeous Lizard Peninsula. The specially gorgeousness of this place is a state secret so I may now have to kill you all but I digress…
… The cold mornings we have been having with the wonderful sunny weather have brought to mind an early morning jaunt we took to the nearest town. I think I must have been about five and we must have got up very early for we went into to town on the bus while the morning was still cold and dewy. The nearest town was a place called Helston and at the beginning of May every year it holds a festival called Flora Day (see picture above and google to see more images and videos). The people of the town dance through streets and houses and businesses in a series of different dances all day. They all sport a sprig of Lily of the Valley on the lapels or shirts and I was entranced by the magic of this and it is tangled in my mind with fairy tales and images from the Pied Piper of Hamlyn. When I was my little it was one of my greatest wishes to dance at Flora Day but as I was neither born there, nor went to school there, or married to anyone from there it is never likely to happen.
Whether it is Flora Day or not, Helston is a beautiful little town and is having a hard time at the moment, so I urge you to go there and spend some money in their independent shops – we are off down again at the end of May for a few days.
In other news, I have been nominated for a Liebster Award by a lovely Canadian blogger Life on a Dirt Road and I will be responding to her challenge in my next post.
While I’m in the mood to urge, the Painter is just about to have a new studio delivered, so (more) normal service should shortly be resumed.
This one is called We Dream of Cornwall and can be found with lots of friends in his online gallery, here
Another quilt is finished, pictures next time!
Disappointment seems to follow swiftly on the heels of disappointment in my little life. Closely followed by a swift kicking . Are you detecting a particular tone to this post? Sorry about that. It seems that despite suggestions from our social landlord that due to our circumstances we may be eligible for an early move it now seems that we are not and that by the time we do move there will be none of the new houses that are suitable and adaptable left.
I know I shouldn’t have
trusted the woman in the office gotten my hopes up but I just wanted something nice to look forward to.
In an attempt to cheer myself up I was playing old TV themes – it’s a game we used to like to play, our own version of Name That Tune, but during the course of this little interlude it emerges that John can no longer remember that Jason King drove a Jensen Interceptor. The only reason I have ever heard of a Jensen Interceptor is because John used to bang on and on
and on and on and …. about Jason bloody King and his Jensen bloody Interceptor. I feel bereft.
I have a lovely report from the lovely psychologist to tell us that actually after all the brain mashing John is still average with some particular difficulties thrown in for good measure but was highly superior before. I had actually worked that one out for myself but ho hum. There are whole chunks of our life and of his own that he can no-longer remember and every time I am confronted with it I feel gutted again. It is almost seven years since this nightmare began.
My photo doesn’t really do it justice because this little picture and the others like it are, to me, little miracles.
I went to meet a new friend on Saturday; a lady I’d never met before and only briefly spoken to on the phone. Somehow we had found each other – we are broadly the same age, broadly similar levels of education but the thing that binds us is both our husbands have had strokes and those “brainquakes” have devastated our lives; we both have small children.
I won’t begin to bore you with the minutiae but if you would like to see how strokes affect younger people and their lives have a look at the Different Strokes website: www.differentstrokes.co.uk.
John has now had four major strokes and there doesn’t really seem to be an end in sight, so it’s a bit like living with a time bomb.
The little miracles are currently being painted by him for my craft stalls – the miracle is that there is enough of him left to achieve this. These can be found (along with equally bad photos) in my etsy shop over here, and examples of his work especially before his strokes can be found over at www.artbyjohnmorris.co.uk.
I’m hoping that Wendy over at Handmade Monday won’t mind me including these. Go and check her things out and all over the other lovely Handmade Monday club items
I started this post way back at the end of August but about half way through discussing how Autumnal it felt for the end of August, WordPress ate my words and refused to spit them back out. It has taken me nearly a month to come back and finish what I started.
In news, I have been having a sort of artisan birth – I would say rebirth but my craft efforts up to now have been more cack-handed than hand crafted; perhaps all this time on my hands has done me some good. I thought about using my creative side to make food for a living but a certain number of errant cats, dog and poorly husband mean it is not a practical solution unless I have separate premises which will never happen; crafting things uses almost the same (metaphorical) muscles but is not health inspected (as far as I’m aware!!)
So that is what I’m doing, along with the Phoenix stuff. I received a lovely commission for a special set of notelets and I hope the lady will be delighted, they are not quite finished but I already am delighted – just waiting for the box to arrive but the label is done and dusted (ever so slightly with gold embossing powder – it sounds gopping but really isn’t). Pics will follow. She has also kindly asked to buy one of these, below:
Infact she almost bit my hand off. I do hope she is pleased. My craftiness has seen me teach myself to crochet, largely inspired by the fantastic work of Lucy over at Attic 24. My efforts are not quite to her standard yet but perhaps one day, I will make something other than a bile yellow face cloth – yay me. Pictures may follow but only once I have got beyond the dishcloth stage.
Knitting and sewing continue as usual although I have actually finished more things than usual which is a good thing.
In other news Arty Daughter has made the trek to Bath to take up her place on the Fine Art degree and Surrealo son has been appearing in the vicinity of Nick Clegg’s left elbow (there must be some freudian meaning there).
In really other news I have started tweeting, not very well, and have made some twitter friends with blogs. Hello to Weekly Bakeoff and Holly. I really do bake; the evidence is somewhere down below. The German Apple Cake I will try to find a recipe for and post here.
So after my last little splurge I have been quite quiet and unsettled. Life, I suppose, is all about change and sometimes those changes are not comfortable even if they are inevitable. I have taken the last few weeks to think about the future in a way that I haven’t done for a long time and with a clarity that has been absent for even longer.
We can’t change what has happened but we can change with the way we deal with the future. Instead of accepting the world and what it does to me, I have decided to make my future happen. Some of you will think this very odd as you have been doing this all your lives but it’s new to me.
I have a new website over at Phoenix Trading; the thing that sparked our interest is that they are looking for artists so that would give us something we could do together from home. If you follow the link here and then click through to my “about me” page (at the top in the middle) there’s a link at the bottom to a youtube video about this – do you know anyone arty? There’s lots of info on my site but do check out the cards and gifts as they are beautiful. I’m just waiting for my start-up kit to arrive and I’m unbelievably excited – can you tell. If you know of any events – church fetes, playgroups, coffee mornings etc, etc who you think would like my cards and gifts please leave a comment. Any ideas welcome and I know you wonderful people are full of them.
It’s a month since John had stroke number 4 – the hospital have sort have decided that he may have a problem in the vessels in his brain – no shit sherlock. We have made some major lifestyle changes and we are both (apparently) looking if not feeling better for it.
Twenty five years ago on Monday, I joined the Wrens. I was so excited I could have popped. I met some amazing girls, who have, I have recently rediscovered, turned into clever, funny women.
Things are changing once more. Arty daughter is returning to being arty in September, surrealo son is loved up and organising things for people who like yellow, and the two year old genius is now eight. “The artist” is not arting at the moment but concentrating on not having any more brain storms and I am helping him get there. His beautiful pictures like the one above are featuring here. Expectations are being managed; the living is, as the song says, easy.
We are on the move again. The estate is being demolished and hopefully we will get a lovely new house out of it. You have to take, I have learnt, comfort where you can. You have to ac-sen-choo-ate the positive, for life and the way we live it is a fragile, transient thing.
I’m about ready to put my brain back into gear. I thought a spot of light reading might be in order, so if you don’t spot me wasting countles hours clogging your feed with my latest achievement in some distraction that purports to be a game, you’ll know where I am.