I have been a very poor blogger in the last month. Work has been very busy and I’ve been trying to get my PhD in order. I have been trying to increase my productivity and be more positive. It’s working! I am now much more positive and I can start to see it all coming together and becoming more joyous about my work. I have been working on a raft experiment which is all finished and has been sent to the lovely people at Propath to be sectioned and stained. Looking forward to the results coming back…All fingers crossed.
I have also been doing lots of craft this month. The highlight so far being a Dr Who skirt made from a pillowcase I bought in a charity shop for £3! I have also bought a Buzz Lightyear duvet and a sheep duvet on Ebay which I am going to make into a skirts too. I am tempted to move on to dresses but going to try and get skirts down to an art first.
Finally I thought I should end with some poetry. These two were written at a Relaxation and Reflection workshop run by the lovely Christina Thatcher and Charlotte Nock. The aim of the first poem was to talk positively about your body and the second poem is based on something I do to relax.
Sorry for my selfishness
I am abusive to you both
and for that I am sorry
you did nothing to deserve this
and, I have no excuse for my actions
They were selfish
acts often driven by vanity, haste or lust.
You have both stuck by me
even when I forced you out in the cold
broke your bones when I
was too drunk to care
then made you work for eight hours straight
to fuel my drunken binge.
I have never taken to to be pampered
never a whole night off
never really respected you
for what you do for me.
So, my companions
the the who walk with me through life
Right foot
Left foot
I am sorry for what I did
Those shoes were too small
they didn’t stretch to fit
and those socks weren’t clean
so this year I make a vow
to think of you more often
and be kinder to you
(unless I really like those shoes,
available only in a size too small
but then, at least
you will look fabulous!)
Fear
I hold inside me a mild fear
of being pregnant at 16…
I am 24
I alos have a fear
of being the world tallest woman…
I’m 5ft 6″
So I watch documentary after documentary
so I can make a plan
incase I end up in a South American jail
or become a child genius
or decide to join a cult.
I hold inside me a mild fear
of not being prepared.