Satisfying my indoor plant fetish. Breakfast at my favourite cafe. Reading this and loving it. Pumpkin & feta salad on the beach, watching the sunset. Balmy nights. Walking to my local pub to say goodbye to a friend. Painting more & more pots. Dreaming about pots. Delving into markets, wishing days like this would never end.
Sunday, 19 February 2012
Monday, 13 February 2012
I remember flinging myself into Mum's arms as an innocent 15 year old bub, declaring my undying love for a boy. She didn't tell me I was silly or to cut out the nonsense (she was WELL used to it by this stage!) but she did say one thing I have never forgotten. One thing I have kept close to my heart from that day since.
'Always make sure you keep a little bit of yourself just for you'.
As a dramatic, romantically inclined teenager, I don't think I fully understood this but I sort of got the gist. At the time, I was possibly even slightly miffed that Mum chose to impose such serious words on me when I was clearly in the midst of the most AMAZING ROMANCE EVER EXPERIENCED. These days, I understand this gentle advice more & more, in all it's beautiful complexities. I am still very young and I still have a lot to learn - thank goodness - but as the days go by, I appreciate and cherish this wisdom more than any other. I tend to love with just about all the fire in my heart. I love fiercely & ferociously, at times to my own detriment. But I am still careful to reserve a very sacred place in my heart just for me. Perhaps one day I won't feel the need to hold onto that quite so tightly. Perhaps, one day, I will suddenly peek at my insides and realise that little piece has gone, wandered blissfully into the hands of another.
I am an independent creature with a fancy for quiet afternoons that stretch into thoughtful, painting evenings. I like pottering amongst my plant babies & plucking off dead-flower heads like my life depends on it. I like calling Mum & Dad for 'quick' chats that are never quite that. I like abruptly deciding that my saucepan cupboard needs rearranging and finding myself, hours later, cross-legged in the middle of the floor, surrounded by things, snacking on not-quite-ripe plums & humming to Florence. I'm not too fussed that perhaps not many 20something girls share this kind of contentment in pottering about on their lonesome. That's just me. And if experience has taught me anything, it's that trying to be anything besides that is ridiculous & draining & satisfies, well, no one.
I believe in love. In soul mates. In trying to make something work even if you fall flat on your face and look a little silly. In holding hands in the car. In giggling about something with 'that' person that nobody else in the whole world would understand. In curling up in arms & feeling an insane sense of relief & safety & tenderness. In love notes on the mirror. In kisses & sharing a cuppa & chats at 4am. I cry in every romantic book or movie & I have faith in the terrifying beauty of it all. I only need to look at my Mum & Dad to be reminded of how love can quite truly conquer.
But I also believe in a strong sense of self. In a love & value of our own hearts & thoughts. In the strength of learning to fix things on your own, even if it hurts a little. I don't know where or who I would be without preserving some me for me. I am so incredibly grateful that I have. That treasured fragment keeps me getting up again when hard things knock me backwards.
So, for all the solo sisters or loved-up misters. For the single & the sad & the hopeful & the attached.. Happy Valentines Day. Whether or not we celebrate the day, it is impossible not to think about love in all it's shapes and forms. And if you're alone, just remember, you have you. And that's pretty damn wonderful.
I'll leave you with my favourite words.
'Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers'
- Veronica A. Shoffstall.
xx Jessie Lee
|Emerson Merrick - the ultimate swoon in all things flower/plant|
|Potted bliss at summergoals|
|Mille Fairhall. My first ever blog crush, beginning sometime back in high school!|
|oh so stunning piccies from Bawkbawkbawk|
|plant cup love from Justina Blakeney|
|Just can't get enough of her|
|Pot plants in the workplace? Absolutely.|
|junkaholique = sigh. of. love.|
|Johanna Burke at Freunde von Freunden|
|This is one of my very favourite plantspiration pics. From here.|
|from Katsuya Kamo on The Selby|
|this place has me wandering for hours.|
|no need for words. just look.|
|constant stream of craft/plant motivation at Journal De Jours|
Saturday, 11 February 2012
They started as a Christmas gift for my loved ones & now they have taken over my creative brain in an explosion of ideas & excitement! These are my new little babies & the new arty direction I have been faffing on about for the last few weeks. POTS!! The thrill of moving away from flat surfaces & working on something that is not only pretty (I hope!) but functional as well is just amazing. Not to mention that creating these pots combines my 2 serious passions - gardening & painting! What more could a simple girl ask for?! The inspiration seems endless & I am positively itching to sit down any chance I get to get stuck into this blossoming creative project. I've expanded my art-making space at home solely to allow for the mess & playfulness these pots require & I love that it involves new mediums & tools & glazes that I have never used before. I come away from a pot-making session covered in lacquer, white house paint & a giant smile. Who knows if people will like them? Who knows how many others will share the child-like excitement I seem to be experiencing for a humble pot?! But I am so willing to keep going with this & see where it takes me. I have so many ideas speeding through my mind, my fingers struggle to match pace. This morning I am set for a solid few hours to get stuck into some more potty babies & see what I can come up with..