Two weeks in, and I have developed loafing into a fine art. I have been busy but busy in a very leisurely way. It's such a treat, I feel quite guilty.
Last week was lovely. A knitting workshop on Monday; haircut (preceded by a little antiquing in Tetbury) on Tuesday; domestic pottering on Wednesday; London, the V&A and the Saatchi Gallery on Thursday; lunch with a friend on Friday; garden visiting on Saturday and a very civilised picnic and a bit of dancing at Blondie at Westonbirt on Sunday.
Several questions have been raised:
- is middle age the only time that you can appreciate quilting and punk in the same week?
- why were all the artists in the Saatchi gallery based in London?
- is there any hope for a middle aged artist with a provincial degree?
- how has Deborah Harry managed to keep her voice and is she really 65?
- what is going to happen when we all want to listen to 'The Clash' in our nursing homes?
- could I wear my snakeskin wedges every day or just for dancing?
- will I ever live in a house with a view? I think I would like to and it occurs to me that I never have. Of course, there is a view from every house but I would like a vista, at some point, I don't mind what of. Perhaps the sea, perhaps a city, perhaps rolling fields. I have the urge to live on a hill. M, my lunch friend, lives in a house that looks across a valley near Bath. It was beautiful. It made me quite envious despite the fact that I also live in a beautiful place and appreciate it very much. My place, however, is flat - full of trees and greenery but, well, flat. Maybe one day.
- will the football ever end and can we all start caring about something else?
This week? I'm taking a trip to Frome with S&J on Thursday and it's Embroiderers' Guild this evening. I am placing my fingers firmly in my ears before George Osborne starts reading his list of nastiness and until the England football squad has finished it's match on Wednesday. I am going to stay in my little rural bubble and sort out my sketchbooks and all the things I've collected in anticipation of my return to study.
Enjoy the sunshine...