Quite a bit of blogging and making stuff to sell, whether it is jewellery, quilts, socks or jam pot covers, requires a lot of bravery by the individual who is revealing their thing.
The first time I had a wee stall at SmallBean's school summer fair I was almost sick with nerves at the thought of someone looking at what I had made, judging me. I had a bit of a blogbreak recently when someone I vaguely know was (drunkenly) mocking me and the blog. Is this a self indulgent past time or showing off? To me it is neither, just a record of Bean life and a pattern of the years.
Part of the reason I started Magic Beans was to promote my jewellery and sell a bit more but the longer I blog, the more uncomfortable I feel about doing that. So, I post about funny things the Smalls have said. Little achievements (patchwork), holidays and day to day mundaneities. (Is that a word?)
Father Christmas was very generous this year. He left a watercolour set in my stocking.
I have always thought of myself as quite a creative being but not with a paintbrush. Mrs Aplin, art teacher throughout senior school, frequently asked me to tidy up the art stock and I stopped doing art as soon as I was able to because everyone else was better then me.
Back to today, and I picked up the paints and painted. Copied. Photos from the internet. No not those sort of photos, but tits, yes. This is not sounding good...
What I am trying to say is that here is some painting that I had a go at and am now showing to everyone who is still reading. I am being brave.
