“…Let yourself be silently drawn by the
strange pull of what you really love.
It will not lead you astray…”
Apologies for lack of crafting posts… I’m packing up my house and unfortunately, crafty times are just not a-happenin’ at the moment…Bear with me x
Ah, dream jobs…so named because they are, in fact, just dreams, for most of us. As I have mentioned before, I’ve never known what I wanted to do when I “grow up”. Now, in my forties, it seems a little redundant to start trying to figure it out. But I still do try. I read books on discovering your passion and take online quizzes about “finding your true calling” and all that nonsense. Really, I just want someone to tell me what to do. Give me some clue as to what I could do that would a.) bring me happiness and fulfillment, and b.) not leave me broke and living in a ditch or at my Mother’s.
I always wanted to be a writer, as a child, and I still have romantic notions about that happening. But I have yet to write even one chapter of a book and I don’t even know what to write about. I could write the story of a very boring girl who doesn’t have many life experiences, but I’m not sure who would want to read it.
So, grand writing career aside, I haven’t many other ambitions. Most of this is due to a lack of bravery on my part. I think about different careers but then talk myself out of them because they’re too risky (not enough employment opportunities), too underpaid (I have to live, after all), too stressful (I don’t do stress) or too something (basically I make lots of excuses). Often, it’s just that I think I wouldn’t be able to do it, or I would do it so badly that somebody would die or lose their home or hold me forever responsible for a lifetime of woe and disappointment, and everybody would hate me.
The other side of it is that I really don’t know what fires me up. Ask me what I enjoy doing and I will have trouble telling you. Most of the time I just try and get through the day without falling over or having some sort of accident or getting fired. I don’t know what I would like to do, if I had the choice, as a long term job.
But, dream jobs are not necessarily based on reality so, if I was going to just brain storm this for a while, here’s a few things I would like to be paid to do :
So, there’s a few jobs I would like to have. Apparently, if I could combine food, animals, music and art, I would be very happy. If you know of such a job, let me know. I will apply immediately. I have references 🙂
I am lucky to be surrounded by things that have been made by people I love. Wherever I go and wherever I live, I always have things with me that remind me of family and friends and are special to me because they have been handmade, with care and attention to detail.
My Mum has always made things for my brother and I – when we were children she made us clothes and toys, quilts and other hand made items that we loved then and treasure now. I still have many of those things, either on display or packed safely away, to be taken out on occasion when the nostalgic mood strikes. She is now continuing the tradition with her grandchildren, nephews and nieces, and they have already benefitted from her skills with sewing and painting.
Some of the items Mum has made I have on display in my new home :
A birthday card she made me for my 40th, complete with a handmade tag inside…
…a sweet little doll (I like to think she’s a fairy with invisible wings – she is so light and dainty and pretty)…
…a heart-shaped country plaque – I used to dream about having my own little country cottage nestled in rolling hills, with a white picket fence…
…cheerful and uplifting messages…
…gifts for our wedding (this was on our “candy bar” on the day – I still display it, even if the marriage and jars of sweets are no longer in existence)…
…my gorgeous patchwork quilt that she sewed and quilted by hand, that bears the handwritten cloth label “…this quilt may not be perfect, but there is love in every stitch to keep you safe and warm…”. I treasure this and will keep it forever.
My brother also is artistic, and I have many of his pieces in my home, many of them rescued from his moments of artistic passion and frustration, when “nothing is working!” and he wanted to throw them out. I love having them here because he is so important to me and, although he doesn’t get the time to “do” much art these days (four kids are hard work!), I know he still has that artistic talent and heart, which he now shares with his children who are already showing that they too are creative and talented, with much of their handiwork being displayed proudly in the home.
Some of my favourite items of his are:
…a lion collage made for one of my birthdays…
…a resin/collage piece featuring a photo of my Mum when she was a teenager…
…another birthday gift – this time a card, featuring a bird collage/painting ( I have this framed on my book shelf).
I am also lucky to have creative and talented friends. I’ve already mentioned the gorgeous portrait of me my friend GK sketched for my birthday (see here).
These bears were made by a friend’s friend – I love them :
Homemade things are so much more special than bought gifts. They are heartfelt and made with love, perfect in their imperfections. A home isn’t a home without a few handmade treasures. I love all of mine. Do you have anything made for you that you wouldn’t part with or that means something special to you?
Happy homemade weekend to you all – hope your house is filled with love and creativity, in whatever form it takes x