Hey there, what’s up?
Lately my life feels epically boring, and a bit like I’m treading water with no land in sight – not great for a human, or a blogger! Time to take stock of things, don’t you think? List courtesy of the glorious Pip of Meet Me At Mike’s.
Making: a list of things I’m interested in or fascinated by as part of artist and illustrator Lisa Congdon’s new class: Idea Generation. My list includes art supplies, modernism, gender fluidity, nature, galleries, books and still life.
Cooking: sparodically, it’s so frustrating not to be in the groove. I made a deliciously simple soba noodle salad last week, and a yummy pesto and couscous combo too. So far today, just baked beans on toast.
Drinking: coffee, soda water and Bickford’s lemon cordial, and lots of water. Hydrate, people!
Trawling: Twitter. Can’t look away from American politics. WTF?
Wanting: some sense of direction or purpose. Should I consider studying something?
Looking: up! In all kinds of weather.
Deciding: not to get my op shop on today, I’ll go tomorrow.
Enjoying: sketching, I’m almost finished a year of drawing every day. I’m kinda chuffed with my dedication and growth. You can check out my progress on Instagram, search the hashie #IGYTsketch.
Waiting: for Godot.
Liking: lots of great Instagram photos, there are so many creative peeps out there.
Wondering: if 2017 will be better, if I’ll find work again soon, how long I can stay in this holding pattern. Le sigh.
Loving: that my sister has Netflix, I will be lobbing on her doorstep to watch the reboot of Gilmore Girls soon.
Pondering: how to remember how your life changes, it seems to happen both glacially slowly and then all at once.
Listening: to Starship’s Greatest Hits. Toe-tappingly great tunes.
Buying: I think I’d like to buy a super short hair cut and maybe a colour, I’ll have to ask Santa about that.
Watching: a fascinating show about Beatrix Potter. I’m inspired by ladies of the past who made their own way in the world.
Hoping: is costly. I’m protecting my reserves.
Marvelling: at the generosity of friends. Knowing I am blessed, even when my feelings don’t always concur.
Cringing: at the rise of white supremacists in the US.
Needing: a plan.
Wearing: my gloriously cosy pink dressy gown. I think it’s got superpowers of comfort.