I’ve been feeling a little bogged down over the past few days. Lots to do, but no brain or motivation. Actually flitting about in Blogland makes it worse. Everybody elses little world seem full flowers and colour, homes straight out of ‘Country Living’. Happy children in homemade clothes eat vegetable soup straight from the kitchen garden, while mum produces patchwork quilts and hand knitted socks and fairy cakes, photographs it all AND writes about it.
Now I know that it’s the nature of beast. No one is going to photograph those days when the washing mashine overflows, the teenager throws a tantrum, the house is filled with the smell of burning toast and the puppy has done a poo behind the sofa…(that last a regular occurance in our house!) We create a fantasy version of our own lives for the consumpion of our readers, just in the way any magazine editor portrays a ‘look’ for publication. An acquaintance who’s ‘lovely country home’ was featured in a well know publication a few months ago said ‘It’s wonderful! They come in, and rearrange all your stuff, yes, but they CLEAN! Our house has never been so clean! And they do amazing things with the lighting!’ So even the house owners don’t live in houses like the ones in magazines!
So we make our own reality, and sometimes, when the north wind( heavily laced with farmyard manure) is howling across the vast field at the back of our house and darkness falls earlier and earlier, and your head is stuffed up with the first cold of the season and, Oh NO! there’s ANOTHER poo behind the sofa, it gets a bit hard. Hard to remember that you ‘live in the heart of the lovely Norfolk countryside, a stones throw from the Broads, a short drive from the beautiful windswept Norfolk coastline’. That your little cottage in it’s pretty garden is filled with books and crafts and colourful china which suitable displayed and lit, would portray a parallel existence.
I’m blaming the cold for all this…what I need is a rocket up my bum, back to Planet Penny!
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