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I did it!

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Hey there guys and gals! I hope everyone had a great weekend. The sun was shining for one day here in Ireland so that really made my weekend 🙂

I am with news! I have finished my first ever amigurumi pattern and I am so proud of the finished result! He is sitting on my desk smiling at me now as I type 🙂 I have typed up all the instructions for the pattern and now my task is to make it look pretty before I unleash it to the world on Wednesday. However I am feeling slightly daunted by this. Why? Well I am not too sure exactly. I think maybe it is because it is the final step, and once that is taken that is it and there is no going back. It may sound a little silly but hey, our emotions can be silly things right?!

One thing that I have definitely learned from the past couple of weeks though is how important it is to have fun with what you are doing. I went through a stage of putting so much pressure on myself, everything had to be just so before I would even put pen to paper, but now I am more, “let’s just do this and see how it goes”, and I have to say I am really enjoying it and I have a finished product that I am so proud of 🙂

So the lesson for today: Have fun! Let go! Be creative! Life is so much better when you take things from a sillier perspective. And if all that fails just “Feel the fear and do it anyway!”

 

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And now for something completely different…

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Hey there 🙂 Another week almost over, and here in Ireland summer has officially begun! This week has seen only minor developments in Mr. Art Badger, but a minor development is still a development, right?! Today I was inspired to take a trip back to my past, my younger self, and as a result I have decided to take a leap of faith and post a poem that I wrote roughly 8 years ago! It was the first poem I ever wrote and seen as this week has been one of endings and beginnings for me I thought it a good choice. I don’t consider myself a poet, I just love to open a blank page and write whatever comes into my mind (although I regretfully haven’t done this for some years now, but I would like to start again). This poem was inspired by a relationship between a man and a woman, the woman holding back and never completely giving herself to the relationship, the man being called to war and never returning and the woman living with the regret of never telling him how she truly felt. It would appear my thoughts were a lot darker in my younger days! A big departure from crochet & amigurumi, but what is life without variety?!

 

Down by the river and the willow treeImage

she weeps and cries and thinks of him.

For what is now and is to be 

is bleak and twisted as the willow tree.

For he is gone and will not return

but still she waits and waits forlorn.

To hear his voice, to see his face

still images of him she cannot erase.

She loved too much but never said.

Her soul was his but now it’s dead.

Down by the river and the willow tree

she weeps and cries and thinks of him.

For what is now and is to be

is bleak and twisted as the willow tree.