I was going to write a pithy, modern re-imagination of the “Virginia, Is there a Santa letter” today. It was going to be all kinds of funny and appeal to my eldest. Eight years old and beginning to doubt Santa. Wise enough to realise that an out and out statement of disbelief may result in less presents. Just as he is on the cusp of losing the magic, his three year old brother is discovering it. But I’m not going to write that post today.
Instead, I am going to do something I often avoid in this space. Share what is actually going on with me. The thoughts swirling around as they swirl, rather than one idea pinned and examined. So I’ll write a long over-due taking stock post. That cutest of blog ideas by the cutest of bloggers – Pip Lincolne. (Who is doing a very cool e-course in the new year as an extension of the whole taking stock idea).
Making: A sixties shift dress is sitting in my lap, very nearly made. The pattern is a vintage one and I have to had to make a few alterations as I go. Miraculously, they have all worked and I am setting sleeves between writing this post.
Cooking: Not a lot, but I’m on salads for Christmas. Hit me up with any great ideas.
Drinking: Too much bubbles. Oh but it’s so much fun at this time of year.
Reading: I just finished Chasing The Light, based on the true stories of the first women to ever set foot on Antarctica. It’s a wonderful, atmospheric book and shows how far women have come and how little has actually changed.
Wanting: Not much right now. Although I’d like all end of year business to be wrapped up neatly before the 23rd, with a clear slate into the new year.
Looking: At my boys as they sleep and it fills my heart.
Playing: On the beach very soon.
Listening: To the Trolls soundtrack and dancing around with the kids. Such happy songs.
Deciding: Which charity to send some money to help those in Aleppo. It seems very far away and I’m still a little confused as to all the facts. There are myriad of ways to help it seems, but I want to make sure that the money that is flowing in (and there is a lot of it) goes where it’s needed most. I think Doctors without Borders.
Wishing: That wars didn’t occur at all.
Enjoying: The quiet in my house before everyone gets up and the chaos begins.
Waiting: For the chaos to begin.
Liking: Not making lunches and the endless summer days.
Not Liking: Feeling all the mummy guilt about screen baby-sitters when I still have to work.
Wondering: How next year will pan out – there is a lot of exciting change on the horizon for everyone in our family.
Loving: The gentle summer days and the chance to hang out with my boys. Also that our neighbours have entrusted us with pool sitting duties.
Pondering: Cheap things. I was in Kmart recently and able to buy some very cute things for party decorations at very cheap prices. I had a budget, and if I’d sourced from anywhere else I wouldn’t have been able to create what I wanted. But as I strode past the cheap clothes into the cheap homewares, I noticed a number of items which looked heart-breakingly similar to things I had seen on Etsy. I felt a deep sadness. Where does all this eventually end up? How do independent artists compete? How do Kmart do it so cheaply? Is there an end to this empty consumerism? I pondered as I took my purchases to the self check-out and felt heavy with hypocrisy.
Watching: Very little since Westworld ended and all my theories were confirmed. Cannot wait until the next season (2018 apparently). My thoughts are that all worlds are contained within an island or even possibly another planet, accessible only by plane/rocket. The trains connect the worlds and some hosts can move between worlds, as Maeve is, but no hosts can fly in or out.
Wearing: Lots of hats and dresses that I have recently made. The sewing bug has bit hard after a long absence.
Sorting: Myself out for 2017. The to do list is a little overwhelming to be honest.
Feeling: Hopeful but not pinning unrealistic dreams on 2017. Last year at this time everyone seemed to be announcing 2016 as their best year to come and laying very high expectations at the feet of a baby new year. I have noticed that there is a less of that this year. The end of 2016 seemed so heavy with things difficult to understand. I am going into 2017 with a sense of peace but also apprehension about what is occurring in our world and closer to home. The Australian economy is shaky and running at two speeds, gaps between difference seem to be widening and there seems to a sad move away from tolerance rather than toward it. Who knows what will happen in the USA next year. Perhaps all that doubt has tempered everyone’s excitement about the new year. I’ll be circumspect and hug those closest to me a little tighter.
What’s going on in your head and your life?