I’m an introvert. I’m quiet, sensitive (probably highly sensitive) and shy.
Why then am I so keen to share my innermost thoughts with the Whole Wide World?
I’m reading A God In Ruins by Kate Atkinson. It is, so far, a magnificent book. I’m reading very slowly because this book is so good, it literally hurts to read it. My chest constricts and my eyes pinch. Anyway, I came across a familiar phrase (I’ve been banging this into Teenage Son for a decade) in a novel context.
‘Show your workings.’
A comment by a maths teacher on a homework copy and a comment by a suspicious Husband on his wife’s behaviour.
I’ve often thought that people consider me odd or strange, quirky at best. The answers that I have come up with to life’s problem sets may be unconventional. Just a wee bit, mind you, I’m not a crazy, colourful hippy or anything (although that might just be my heart’s secret desire).
So, here I am showing my workings.
If you enjoy what you read here you might like to follow my Instagram page (click here) which has become a sort of lazy mini-blog that gets updated while I’m stirring a pot or holding the garden hose with the other hand.
I enjoy Instagram enormously but I do think you have to put a bit of work in to refine your feed until it is a visual feast. Lately, I have been particularly enjoying @zeensandroger for crochet, @ladyaga for homeliness and @fingalferguson for knife porn (a bit odd, I know, but weirdly satisfying). I’ve also been glued to @litfestie because I’m going to litfest on Sunday (Yippeeeee! I may even get to see some Fingal Ferguson knives in the flesh).
Take a look at my profile to see everything I follow. I’m going to be a little bit boastful here and say that I think I have done a pretty good job of curating a beautiful Instagram feed. It makes my little quirky heart beat faster on a thrice daily basis (yes, I am addicted).
Oh, I had an idea (those are the words that keep my Husband awake at night). I posted a picture yesterday with the hashtag #stuffstuckonmyfridge. Feel like joining me? Post a photo of something that’s stuck on your fridge and add the hashtag #stuffstuckonmyfridge. Just for a laugh, and nothing X-rated please although a full fridge frontal would be fine.
I’m signed up to twitter but find I can’t tweet. I’m not sure why. It’s a bit busy for me. I feel like I’m sitting in a noisy pub and there is no way my voice will be heard so I don’t bother trying. ’tis not for me.
Pinterest, to be frank, is where I go to vegetate. I’m usually semi-comatose when I resort to Pinterest so my account is not nearly so well curated as my Instagram but I have a couple of very pretty boards.
I spent a rainy Sunday gathering pins of celebrities photographed in the Piazza San Marco (click here). If you click nothing else, do not deprive yourself of the beauty of this one pin. Takes my breath away.
I have another board, Bellezza (click here), devoted to beautiful pictures of famous people (and/or famous pictures of beautiful people). Paul Newman features. If you are a pinner, feel free to send me relevant, beautiful pictures.
Right, enough of me.
Here are some links I liked this week:
Yarn Harlot. Another comedic knitter, this time a Canadian. I’ve linked to the first post I came across, which had me in stitches (ouch). I love the tone of this blog.
This left me in tears, of relief mostly that I am not the only one:
I find I like Canadians. The Belle Jar may be a slightly caustic blog but it acts as an astringent to the predominant sticky sweetness spread all over the web. I don’t think Husband refers to me, his darling wife and life partner, by any of these metaphors but I suppose, if he did, he would hardly tell me. There is some great writing here.
Right, all this sharing has made me want to go hide my face behind a book.
Have a great weekend.