This is a truly terrible photo, but I just adore moss and have since I was a child. There is something about it that makes me want to make a nest in some dingly dell and bed on down with a good book and a thermos flask. It’s just as well I feel like this as our garden is currently more moss than grass. Here’s to living things, to texture, softness and nature’s velvet…
As a little girl I couldn’t bear to throw away anything that had the potential to become something wonderful. I had boxes full of wrappers and foil from sweets in all sorts of jewel shades (Quality Streets were the best!). Truth be told, I rarely made anything with them (even as a child I was a procrastinator!) but they felt like treasure to me then and still do now.
I took this photo because I have always felt drawn to rubbish. I don’t think it’s some worrying low self-esteem thing, but rather that there’s joy in seeing how rubbish can be transformed.
It wasn’t until I got home and looked at the photo that I noticed the can at the bottom with the word ‘Original’ on it. The child in me definitely wanted to be original and to do things her own way. As a little girl I really struggled to follow a recipe or a pattern and believed that somehow I could come up with something much better myself. I wasn’t always successful with this. One time I decided to make a dress by drawing round my brother as he lay on a folded piece of material. I then cut out the pieces and sewed them together to make a memorable fail of an outfit! I realise that I am less keen these days just to try something out and not be worried about it perhaps not working. Maybe I need to be braver and let myself be original once in a while.
Walking home from work I was captured by this image of a lost glove on a bush. I just really like the way it looks like it’s pointing. I like to believe that there is a right way to be going, that there are pointers I can follow, and that I can walk the next step if I keep watching and listening.
I have a bit of an addiction to fairy lights and net lights and would have thought it totally magical as a child to have some in my bedroom. These days I have some strung up in my study and in the living room. Today I just really like the way the lights are reflected in the window as it begins to get dark. I need to remember to reflect on the light – not just the dark – as I wander through my ‘Fertile void’ year.
Hope you’re all having an inspiring time this Lent.
Thanks again for reading.