I was struck yesterday by the small ways in which I’ve changed since I began blogging more regularly. I was working on my jewelry display, deciding where things would go for that night’s vendor fair, and putting hang tags on items that needed them, when I saw it: a picture that needed taking. And it wasn’t a picture of my children, or of some fleeting moment of natural beauty in the back yard. No, it was an accidental still-life involving a bowl of rings, a pile of hang tags, a pencil, a hole punch, and some garbage left over from the hole-punching process. This is what fed my compulsion to go get my camera. This is what interrupted my work. And this is what I’m taking time to write about today.
Yep, times have changed. I like it, though. I like that I’m better-tuned to notice the interest in bits and pieces of everyday life. I like that it’s jumping out at me more often, that I’m not having to seek it out so much, or try so hard to find it. Is it the most amazing photograph ever taken? Um, no. It’s not even the most amazing photograph I’ve ever taken, and I’m really only a photographer wannabe. I just like what it represents about my noticing skills these days.
It’s been a long week, culminating in last night’s vendor event. (The best thing I can say about that, is that I didn’t tank.) I don’t know if I pulled in enough to make all of the preparation and lugging worthwhile, but I covered my costs and then some, so at least there’s that. Anyway, I’m pooped out, and I’m taking this morning off. I dropped the kids off at their respective schools, picked up coffee and a bagel, and have been spending my time so far going through the photos of the last few days and formulating my thoughts. Not a bad way to spend a morning, particularly when the previous week has felt so busy and rushed. I’m welcoming the chance to do only what I want to do for the next few hours.
This afternoon I’ll be right back to plans and preparations again. This time, though, it’s entirely pleasure. The boys and I are going to head out for a change of scenery this weekend, but I’ve no idea yet what we’re going to do with ourselves when we get there. Mostly, I think we’ll wing it, but it would also be nice to have a few ideas written down. And by “ideas” I mean fabric stores, yarn shops, and crafty places. Heh. Those poor, poor boys.