The morning sky is an intensely bright blue and the air crisp and cold after yesterday’s grey, extremely windy, offering. I went out into my little balcony garden to check for any damage and noticed that one of the two Oriental style statues I have in amongst the plants had been on the receiving end of an unwelcome delivery from a pigeon. When I picked it up my head suddenly filled with memories – how in my late teens I first saw the pair in a shop window on Carnoustie High St on a visit up to my Gran with my parents. I didn’t have the money to buy them for myself – so you can imagine the absolute delight some time later when I unwrapped my birthday present to find it was the two statues.As a family we barely had two pennies to rub together so my Mum must have really saved up (or gone without) to buy them for me, which makes them all the more precious. And since then they have always been with me, a reminder of my Mum.
Holding the statue also reminded me of the book my parents bought me when I was about 10, the New Larousse Encyclopaedia of Mythology. I used to browse through the pages wondering at the diversity of deities worshipped around the planet. I was always drawn to the Eastern art, in particular Japanese silk paintings with their beautiful, ethereal figures. It’s one of my most treasured books, together with ‘Stories from Ancient Greence’ illustrated by Doreen Roberts.
I never have been very good at remembering ‘facts’ but the pictures have stayed in my mind. I think that’s why the statues hold such memories, they are visual, physical objects, imbued with 40 years worth of memories and holding them is like pressing the play button on a recording.
Hello and thank you for joining me! After a few months of trying out Instagram I found myself migrating away from Facebook and towards the short, sweet photo based content of Insta, finding some great sites and interesting people in the process. The aim of my ‘Postcards from my 50s’ Insta page is to share my journey through ‘middle’ age. There’s plenty of life left in the old girl yet! And since many of the people I follow also have blogs, I felt inspired to try out running a blog for the next 12 months. What better day to start than 1st January 2019?
A little bit about me. Obviously I’m in my 50s. Still trying to work out what I want to do when I grow up. I have always loved anything creative but have had to balance that with being practical – as I’m sure many of you have experienced, keeping a roof over your head, making a home and raising a family requires a regular, predictable income so some life choices have inevitably been down to necessity. For some of the time I was also a single Mum budgeting everything to the very last penny. But somehow I lurched through it all and here I am, my daughter all grown up and carving out her own career in spite of her health setbacks (she has her own blog https://fitandfatigue.wordpress.com ), I’ve paid off my debts, I still work full time but find myself doing a lot of thinking about when I can afford to retire and spend more time doing what I love: travel, making things, enjoying being a human being rather than just being a human ‘doing’. And the thing I love most of all? Pottering. I just love a good potter. The routine of going into an office every day and dealing with Stuff is really boring after 35+ years! I have worked in a number of different places in the hope of finding The Thing I Want To Do. Pottering has kept me sane through all that journey!
So in the interim, what can I do that’s creative but does not become another task master and works well for an inveterate potterer? How about a blog to share that journey? I can write when I want about what I want. Can I maintain a blog for 2019? We’ll have to see. What will it be about? The ramblings of a 50 something woman. Will anyone read it? We shall see!
So there. I’ve done it. My first blog post. And if you’ve read this far, thank you!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton