The end of one year, the beginning of the next. A time for new starts, for optimistic dreams. For trying again. For opening a window to let in the fresh air, to blow the cobwebs of the old away.
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Pexels.com So we started with a New Year's Day walk along the seafront. What better way to clear the cobwebs?
It feels like the cobwebs have been building for a few months. There's probably still a few left in the corners. One walk won't get rid of them all. It doesn't help that the mid-winter rains will likely let in some more spiders.
It's been a few months since I've really written anything, other than the pre-Christmas essay (better a pre-Christmas essay than a post-Christmas deadline). I had a sneaking suspicion this might happen, when I started the Library Quest. I wasn't helped by finding an old notebook from five or eight years ago, full of plans which I seem to be remaking again, now. The same plans. Not a particularly encouraging thing to find. Or to realise quite how much time has passed without any of those plans apparently having been taken seriously enough to have progressed. Plus ça change, and all that.
Turns out, I'm not much good at writing about crafts. Or perhaps, at crafting consistently in order to write about it. Equally, when I've considered something like Stampin' Up!, there are a few other problems I come up against.
I'm not a salesperson. I never have been. So I wouldn't be much good as a Demonstrator, trying to get you to buy product. Also why I won't bother with trying to sell my makes.
I'm also not much interested in teaching others how to craft. YouTube is full of much better teachers. I craft because it brings me pleasure, not because I want to explain the process. I make cards because it's easier to dash off a five-minute card for a forgotten birthday than it is to buy one, even with Tiny.
But all my previous plans have been geared to some sort of making money from crafts. Which I always sort of knew wasn't really what I wanted to do, but also sort of felt like that was what I was supposed to be doing. I made things, and I had a blog. Therefore I should be making money from crafting and writing about it. Except who wants to read "and then I stuck it all together" every time? I don't make complicated cards, however many times I vow I'm going to try fancy-folds and designs which take forever.
This year, therefore, is going to be a year of experimentation.
Because I know what I don't want, but not necessarily what I do. Except the Fairy Cake Joys. The simple, happy life. And, hopefully, back to the regular once a week writing. About the things which make our home and life happy.
There will, therefore, be witterings on lots of topics, all united by being the things which bring me joy. Probably. There may be a few rants thrown in for good measure: nobody likes the relentlessly upbeat and cheerful.
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