I am quite a political person.
Not that you would generally know this from my blog. I normally steer clear of politics here, because my blog’s not about that.
Also, I don’t like those online arguments that seem to blow up out of nowhere once people start discussing politics online. I may be political, but I am not argumentative. At least, not online I’m not.
So please forgive me for bringing politics into things today. It’s not meant to upset anyone.
Like most of my creative friends, I am reeling at the outcome of the referendum. Absolutely knocked for six. Upset in a way I can’t quite yet deal with, in fact.
It wasn’t planned as a post-referendum distraction, but I was very, very glad that I happened to have booked onto a Sherwood Art Week workshop.
If ever I needed a distraction, it was yesterday morning, post Brexit. I dried my eyes and went to make dolls’ house accessories.
Fiddling with tiny pieces of paper and little dobs of glue was the perfect thing.
Some people made Shakespeare-related items – tiddly-tiny books, quill pens and paperweights. But I, given the choice, made flowers.
Of course I did.
The first thing I made was a little wreath, using tiny paper punches and a pipe cleaner …
And then some paper roses…
Which brings to mind the Marie Osmond song of the same name.
The workshop was held at The Post Office Garden, a lovely crowd-funded community venue, just around the corner from me in Nottingham. I donated to the project last year (when it was still semi-derelict) and so was keen to see how it had progressed.
And it is so lovely….
It houses a community kitchen, for catering, courses and anyone who wants to rent health inspector-approved premises for food-related activities. There are plants for sale, a workshop / studio space, and, of course, the garden itself…
Anna and Toby, whose brainchild the place is, were a bit flustered. They were having a big launch event and open day on Saturday, and Anna was stressing over the amount of work still to do in preparation.
So I offered to help.
I wanted to spend more time in that beautiful garden, tucked away just off the main road. I wanted to distract myself from brooding on things. But most of all, I wanted to contribute something positive. To counterbalance the negativity that seemed about to engulf everything.
I spent the afternoon clearing pathways of dandelions and tying back floppity plants.
I went home dirty of hand, scratched of arm, and a little happier of heart.
To find distraction in creativity; to give help when it is needed; to spend time in nature – these may be small comforts in the big scheme of things.
But sometimes, small comforts are all we have.
And, for now, they’ll just have to do. ♥
thanks, well done, worth remembering that we are still creative humans at heart – but I couldn’t work, or hardly think, at all yesterday
what a wonderful distraction – I agree, it’s hard to stand back and watch friends argue and suddenly become very openly political online…..I tend to hover in the background and watch and enjoy any scraps of humour in what is a difficult time. Such a lovely garden and adore the paper flowers
a perfect example of how things are better when we join together and co-operate
What a great way to counter this terrible news for the UK. It makes no sense and sadly shows the worst side of humanity in such a privileged world. Comfort in craft; it’s been done before and will be done again I’m sure. Lovely post.