A new year to remember – 2015

Or should I be saying a new year of memories.  Yes, memories, lots of them, at my age there are many of new years past.  Spectacular feasts, balloons tumbling from the ceiling, cruising down the Nile, many many parties, both at home, abroad and at friends.  A lot of “expectations” never met, missed bell chimes, to much drink to remember seeing the New Year in, crawling home in the freezing snow across the common, apologising to babysitters for being late home, and in the early years having to get up for work the next day.  New Years Day has not always been a bank holiday would you believe.

This year I shall be sitting by the fire, enjoying my own company and sipping damson vodka

I have always found this time of year inspiring, starting a new clean page tomorrow, its really exciting and tonight will be thinking of what it is I would like, not only for myself but something that I can do that will enrich the lives of others………….  I became totally overwhelmed with a feeling of helplessness in 2015, but this year I understand I cannot change the entire world, but I can stretch out to mend the part of the world that is within my reach………Of this I shall ponder

One of my resolutions and there are a few at the moment is to keep an Art Diary, I already write on a near daily basis, but this year I thought I would sketch too.  Just lately mind is in overdrive, it will not let me rest properly, these past days have seen my create so many things……………

Here is small collection of things that I have made and items that have inspired me whilst on my christmas break

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE

Hells bells, it’s been a month since I posted

Bells

Bells, they toll, ring out their happy sounds that christmas is a coming, how I love them now and cannot think of anything nicer than singing carols on christmas eve at the midnight service.

Bells for me have a hidden agenda though, who would believe this strong strident women  I became, as a child,  was absolutely terrified of the sound of church bells.  I froze on the spot,  unable to move with abject fear.  Visions of the the huge church tower and steeple springing forth these horrid black stick like legs and arms and coming to ger ME.  This small helpless child !  I shudder now when I think of this but happily now I love the sound, they open my heart and fill me with joy !!  It took many years though !!  and having just celebrated my crone wisdom and written my cronedom vowels: this will give you some indication of just how long it took!

Yes its a month to the day that I posted here last, not much of a blogger eh!  Oh well, another to list of things that perhaps I am not so good at, guess you get to learn your strengths and weaknesses over the years and just try and concentrate on the “good” list !!

Just like to wish you all a wonderful festive holiday however you to choose to spend this time .  I have two weeks off now to recharge the batteries, to enjoy my home.  Today its wrapping up presents by the fire, and not thinking about the housework or the ironing or the hundred and one things I could be doing.  just happy thoughts of time with my children and my travels to scotland (the land of my father!) to celebrate the new year.

a clean sheet, not quite yet

the excitement is building, not long now until the brand spanking new year……..  I so love this time, a time to start again,its like writing on the   first new page of an excercise book when I was at school.  Pristine clean, new pen dipped in just the right amount of ink and writing the first word, such a wonderful feeling.  I have started writing about all the things I want to do, visit, see, experience, create……………    Cant wait, feel so full of optimism……….  just off for another visit to the sea, even though misty I just have to see it, its become a real friend.

this image started life in my bread bin !!, I don’t buy bread in general, but now and again I fancy some nice dark rye pumpernickel, which is fairly moist.  Well I must have forgotten about it totally and when I looked in there at the “zip up” plastic bag in comes in all I could see was what looked like a clump of yellow felt.  It was a mould of some sort, white and yellow, not the usual grey green colour, when I looked it up it was some kind of mould that penicillin is made off !  Just had to photograph this………..  I then layered at cut and pasted the image together to form a pattern………………….

marmalade and inspiration

 

img_1477Mmmmm, you just cannot beat it, this is how I usually start my day………..  Marmalade, the orangey sweetness with a real sharp tang of juicy seville oranges, just delicous.  It needs to be spooned  over lurpak slightly salted butter  spread on really crunchy toast.  This morning whilst sipping a large steaming cup of columbian flavours, looking out of my window I began to think about the time of year, how its a beautiful clean sheet, everything wiped clean for the year ahead………  How its time to water the growing seeds within, the creative seeds, the burgeoning strengths I have here that have been left to stagnate for many years.  This year is the year they will come to the forefront of my life instead of  letting them sit within the wilderness……  My interior design business is now a more balanced part of my life, I can have both ! ……….  that is a good feeling.  My biggest seeds of all are my two very adult children whom I love dearly, but I have so much more, my new attempts at paper cutting, photography, clay sculpture, drawing and sketching in oil pastels, writing, its all so exciting.  Etsy, and new people I have met through the blog have been so inspiring to me, a big thankyou to Elsita for starting me on the road of paper, its magical.  Even think I may open an Etsy shop!!