If you made a New Years resolution last year and kept to it, you really should give yourself a big pat on the back. If it was carving yourself some time, out of your busy life then it should’ve been easy, what we’ve all the time we’ve had, BUT, if you’re like me and procrastination is something you struggle with then you’ve only yourself to blame.
Because I’m no longer gainfully employed, I’ve spent the last year binge watching Netflix, TV series and anything that looks remotely interesting. I’ve spent a year where I’ve scoured the online shops for clothes I don’t need as I’ve nowhere to wear them. I’ve painted all of the rooms in the house and only stopped because I ran out of walls. I’ve cleaned cupboards, Kondo’ed the buggery, out of everyone’s wardrobes, baked bread and realised that I’ve been spending a fortune on cardboard. The things I’ve wanted to do, planned to do because I don’t have time ..I didn’t. Not anyone’s fault but mine.
It’s not all been selfish and about me. I visit my Ma most days. I either stand in her garden or behind the shower screen my bro has rigged up in her living room. She misses the hugs and kisses from her grandchildren and often we have to shout at her to move away when she gets too close. Her eyesight and hearing isn’t too good, so it must seem like blurry shapes with muffled shouting and waving from a distance. I don’t think she has any idea who we are. I gave her an iPad last year for Christmas and it’s been a godsend for her. She won’t do FaceTime as she hates seeing herself and I understand that. She’s old and doesn’t want reminding. I won’t answer any FaceTime calls unless I’m fully made up with hair washed, and top half clothed. She’s been shopping like her life depended on it...and there’s only her and her dog! Every week she gets a delivery from Waitrose. It looks like she’s feeding a small army! She gets anxious and upset if she can’t get a delivery for the following week and sends me in errands for her goats milk and quails eggs. I’ve shopped for Bro. I’ve tried to keep everyone’s spirits up and during lockdown made it my mission to make things as easy as possible. Which wasn’t always easy.
When I was a kid my resolutions were simple.
1. Be kind
2. Wear my scarf to bed every night to keep my hair straight and not looking like a matted carpet.
3. Don’t eat chocolate
So this year although not strictly a resolution but a plan, I am pledging the planet, my pocket and the eco system not to buy any new clothes. It won’t be a hardship as I don’t have any money to spend. My wardrobe is full to bursting with things I’ve never worn. I will try as much as I can to shop from my own wardrobe and if there’s something I need, I’ll buy charity shop or second hand. I’ll mend, make refashion, although I know my sewing endeavours usually end up in the bin!. I’ve unsubscribed from every shopping website I’ve used over the past year. I’ve removed the shop apps, and have removed anyone who promotes products on FB and Insta.
I really don’t need anyone to tell me what I really need as I’m very, very vulnerable at the moment and am teetering on the edge of whether I can really do this. It will only take a pretty picture to entice me to part with my pennies.
My other pledge is to all those things I didn’t/couldn’t/wouldn’t do last year.
1. Go to the gym
2. Finish my novel
3. Don’t eat chocolate
4. Take more photos
5. Be kinder
Thankfully, our generation have never experienced anything quite like this before and like us all, am praying that something like normal will emerge over the coming months with the various vaccines. It’s flippin’ amazing how hard they’ve worked to achieve something like this in such a relatively short space of time and I hope and pray we’ll all see a future.
So, in an effort to keep to my plan (and in true insta style) I’m attempting to floor lay, in a pleasing and artistic manner, my outfits of the week...which shall be fun...or not!
So, good riddance to 2020. 2021 has started with a whimper but hopefully it’ll be better than the last one...like no one said ever!
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