At long last THE PAPERBACK OF THE SPIRIT OF FLYING IS HERE!!! And what a long strange at times completely exhausting trip it’s been!
My labour of love – I hope you enjoy reading it.
It’s been a long break from here. We moved house, and the same week my phone, computer and modem broke and took months to fix/replace. But here I am, sorry ’bout that.
I’ve come to the conclusion I want new friends. I don’t hear from the old ones very often these days and when I do we don’t seem to have much in common any more.
The thing is, I’ve run out of ideas where to look, and to just wait for new ones to show up has been a fruitless exercise so far. Where do you find conscious introverts (or ambiverts) of like mind in a place as transient as this?
Maybe there could be some kind of online friendship brokers, like there are dating sites for those looking for love? That way you knew who were interested and didn’t waste your time and precious energy on those who are too busy or “have enough” friends. Where you could tick five requirements; five deal-breakers; interests, preferences and pet-peeves or whatever.
Sure there is a lot more to friendships (be they in cyberspace or in person) than ticks in boxes on digital paper, like in all relationships there is personal chemistry for example, but it’s a start.
If you are loud and extroverted, have small children or need alcohol or coke to get through the day, I’m not a friend-match for you.
But if you are conscious, spiritual, creative and generally open-minded, enjoy deep conversations, coffee, cats and looking for new mates to hang out with…
I think it’s been established I am ridiculously (not to say compulsively) creative. There aren’t many crafts I haven’t at some point at least tried, picked up, learnt and got bored with.
I re-purpose and recycle everything that crosses my path, just because I can. Some I simply put out on the wall by the roadside for anyone to pick up when I run out of space…
I can not enter a fabric shop without my minds eye starting a virtual avalanche of what I could do with any and all in front of me. I re-use and recycle. When it comes to fabric I am my own magic wand, and there’s very little I can’t do (though plenty of stuff I choose not to do again…)
I grew up on the mantra that if it is worth doing, it is worth doing well. I do quality or not at all.
I plan buildings, houses, storage space in my head where others play with wet serviettes or tear apart their damp beer-mats in the pub.
I love the organic look of new sustainable building materials such as hemp-crete, solar panels, recycled materials. Earth ships and cob houses intrigue me. Nifty energy/resource saving devices thrill me like you have no idea…
I’m a sucker for textures rather than patterns with everything.
As a former graphic designer and jeweller I have a very active inner vision. I volunteered to designed flyers, magazines in the days you used cardboard, scissors and glue – and later dtp.
Growing up I took every opportunity to watch and learn and together with my ex renovated a couple of places. A close friend who is passionate about soft furnishing and runs her own business, gave me a few pointers for interesting curtain designs. (Fabrication, http://www.lldesignclients.co.uk/clients/linksites/fabrication/index.asp)
Something I love but do not get the chance to indulge in very often is furniture restoration. Apart from financial and spacial restraints (you really need a studio or at least a well lit garage) and once you’ve filled your own small living space with hand picked pieces that’s usually pretty much it. I adore the French shabby chic look, and there’s really nothing shabby about making real (as opposed to mfi and other mass-produced modern) furniture look rustic or antiquey unique.
I like to think of it as relaxed, functional, everyday antiques…
Oh the thrill of finding an inspiring piece of furniture in a junk-shop or at a car-boot sale, bringing it home and restoring it to a beautiful piece of art! I love pouring tlc into an old piece and see it come back to life under my hands. Second life and glory restored. I enjoy the whisperings of my soul saying hmmm, try this or what about doing it this way?
I love being hands on creative with fabric, furniture, walls, space, curtains, old chairs and sofas, even lamp-shades. Once they’ve been de-spidered that is. Being freaked out by anything with more than 6 legs is a bit of a drawback in this line. I even love the oh shize have I got in over my head or is this going to be the f-up moment and then pulling it all together in the end.
Finding ”play-material” in England was relatively easy. In Mexico very little is thrown out or given a proper makeover (meaning sanding, filling in scratches and cracks where needed, base-coat, paint, top-coat or whatever is appropriate). There are no second hand or house clearance shops to spend rainy afternoons looking for treasures for your craft or perhaps inspiration. Things generally get handed down or passed on among family and friends.
Isla Mujeres where I now live is a bit like the Isle of Wight; full of creative and artistic types, and like the Wight needs tourists and Londoners with money to fall in love with our creations, the Islenos too depend on the tourists to buy what they -in common with the English city dwellers- do not have time or inclination to make for them selves. A little piece of handmade uniqueness to adorn their home or person or gift a loved one.
I would like to be able to live of my creativity. Few things would give me greater pleasure than for my creations to fly off their proverbial shelves into the hands of delighted buyers!
Next Sunday if at all possible I’m going to get hubby to take us to a rumored flea-market on the mainland if the weather is ok, bring a couple of bottles of water, flask of coffee and my camera and just browse until my heart’s content.
Below are a few of my bags project.
I’d been writing and debating boundaries with myself most of the afternoon, and at the same time had a lovely day with Miao Cat.
On cue she climbed over quietly from the other chair where she had been snoozing just as I was beginning to flag and despair, laid down in my lap and purred away for well over 10 minutes!
She then proceeded to move onto the table so that I couldn’t write – not that I wanted to right then, being quite blissy just spending cuddle time with her.
–This is how you do it (set boundaries) she said, and her whole emanation totally changed. She was still an inch away but everything about her told me just to be still and do not touch!
About 10 minutes passed before she said –ok, you can touch me again. So I did and she purred.
-But KitKit, extroverts don’t seem to get subtleties like that, they seem to think the world is all about them.
-That’s not your problem. Snooze.
And then we just stayed like that, until my leg got numb about half’n’hour later. Companionable silence, very intimate. Me observing everything about her, counting her whiskers, adoring the pretty paws…..
21 September, 2012.
The crunching noise of rustling leaves underfoot
the canopy above and around me alight with colours
reds, orange, yellow and still a little green here and there
proper hiking boots, jeans and cozy parka
out for a walk, just because I can.
All around me autumn in all it’s splendour.
Even in the high street
the late summer sale and back to school have made way for
comfortable knits and stylish pants.
Make your way to the coffee house when you’ve had your fill of being buffeted by the brazing winds
or shopping has brought on a craving for coffee or tea,
cake or scones or even a late pub lunch
animated chatter catching up with friends
laughter and comparing best finds.
Here too it is finally autumn
the thermometer shows 28c/82f and it’s a glorious, sleepy sunday
cool enough for my body to exhale
a contented sigh of relief from the oppressive heat of the spring and summer months.
Last night we had an absolutely spectacular sunset
nature generously showing off in the most breathtaking of fashion.
Got to watch this rather unexpectedly from the boat
that we’d spent hours scrubbing down
frying my back in the sun.
cook food and scrub boat
cook food and scrub boat.
Today I’m wearing one of my softest t-shirts
saying Tour de France 1994 (yes I was there!)
and the contrast between where the shoulder straps were and the rest looks rather comical
Fortunate I have witch-vera…!
But I still miss the distinctive change of seasons and
talking about plans and ideas with my old friends
with whom even not speaking is comfortable.
All while I make me and my love coffees, cuddle the Miao-cat
and sit down and write this in easy companionable silence at the kitchen table.
Catpaw, 23 September 2012