annanotbob's Diaryland Diary
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With love from me to you
Aw, you guys are just brilliant. I found the energy to follow your advice and it felt good. Like being part of a community. I pootled about, doing a bit here and there, chatting on the phone (OK, moaning and whingeing, but listening to a fair bit of the same too), and gradually enough of the mess receded for me to be able to relax a bit. I don't know where this comes from - I'm normally able to relax on top of far more shite than was totally oppressing me this morning.
I primed the table, the one I'm going to decorate in the style of Charleston:
and drew some shapes to paint, but it was dark by the time the primer dried so I'll have to paint it tomorrow. Or start, at any rate. I took pics, but the computer won't read the card from the camera and now I can't find the lead.
Creativity is so the way to go. I think I just have to accept that fiction is out of my reach at the moment, be grateful that I'm still writing something and get into other kinds of creativity. I don't have much confidence in my ability in any area other than writing, partly because Sara is so talented. But the pleasure is in the doing and if I keep doing, I should gradually become more proficient.
I found a course at the college down the hill (5 minutes to walk there, 20 minutes back):
Art Skills:
Explore and learn techniques for drawing, painting and mixing media on an informative and inspiring course. Skills are taught and developed in the use of pensil, paint, pastels, charcoal and collage; you will also be learning about the work of other artists. Producing work covering a range of subjects and working from direct observation, you will also be creating exciting experimantal pieces and sketchbook studies throughout. Fee includes cost of Life Model for 2 sessions each term. Monday nights, 7 -9, 30 weeks, £36 for those on housing benefit (18$).
How cool does that sound? I'm also thinking of doing this gardening thing for 'service users' or bonkers people or whoever, which would mean spending all day every Friday at the most beautiful nursery being taught how to garden properly. Propagation and stuff. Cool.
I'm looking at that table now, out of the corner of my eye, thinking I could decoupage that... In fact, maybe I'll do both - a painted base with some noncy bits stuck on as well...
I felt a terrible dread this morning, but only good things have happened all day. It's taken me most of the day for the sense of imminent doom to pass, but it has fucked off at last.
I did go and have a cuddle with Jane's mum. I'd forgotten what a foul-mouthed old lady she is (I know, this is me talking, or fucking talking), very Catherine Tate sweary nan, but she has such a good heart compared to my own dear mama. She likes me, mainly because I was good to her Jane when Jane was ill. That's all she needs to know - she's on my side now, all guns blazing. I can manage some of that, I tell you.
Sweet dreams xxx
11:26 p.m. - 13/07/2008
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