Happy New Year to you!
Thanks for popping in. I can‘t stop long – got la famille coming for roast lamb. The leg’s in the Aga. Tick. I’ve been looking up whether you can use baking potatoes to make mash, and apparently it’s a thumbs up! Who knew?! This may be the best yet. Steam them, they say. So I peeled one, then thought of you, dried my hands and came to wish you health and happiness in 2024 – which to my mind is FAR MORE IMPORTANT than blimming spuds!
It feels strange today. Like moving across an invisible threshold. I am full of hope and optimism for the new year. But I have also learnt that what we get out of something is usually in direct proportion to what we put into something. And I am going to give 2024 everything I’ve got! The clock is ticking and I have so much to do. Having watched my dear old dad deteriorate over the last couple of years of his life, and then (almost a year to the day) be so worn out he closed his eyes and died, I have a very healthy awareness of what’s a coming – and I want to make the pot before my hands sieze up, improve my lino-cutting before my eyesight fails me, write that book before my mind wanders. Sitting around watching crap on telly, or mindless memes is off the menu in 2024! Don’t misunderstand me – I’m not going to turn into a step-counting, seed-eating nutcase (I’m saving that for next year!) But I really know in my heart that Old Man Time is unrelenting – and there’s no time like NOW for getting it done. Let’s face it: it won’t happen unless we make it happen, right? Or in the words of my shero,
Anyway, those spuds aren’t going to peel themselves either! So I’d best get back in that kitchen and keep on keepin on…
From one arty crafter to another, may you have a great year, may your health be good, may you have friends and family to hug you, and may you, like me, love making things.
Travel gently for sure – but TRAVEL nonetheless!
Barb x x x