. . . the 2015 resolution recap. Let's just get it over with.
I did make stuff which challenged me, technically and creatively.
- I made my first ever quilts. Admittedly they were dolls' bed quilts, but they were quilts never the less.
- I made a teepee. It was a huge fail.
- I was quite pleased with my Charley Harper diary cover - female mantis eating male mantis.
- I tried my hand at making dioramas, here and here.
- I made felt fire (weird) and felt food.
I did write some letters and send some cards . . . but not nearly enough.
I was marginally better at archiving stuff and creating photo albums this year, but only because I discovered the joys of digital photobooks.
I was ragey, impatient and intolerant. I am beginning to suspect that's just my default setting.
I didn't do the writing I'd hoped I would do.
Looking back, 2015 was a bit of a tough one. There were some highs, but there were some really low lows. The lowest being at the start of the year when my nephew died. He was only 14 days old. I reckon I cried more in those 14 days, and in the months that followed, than I have in the last 14 years. When a baby dies, you don't just mourn the loss of life. You mourn the loss of all that potential - of all that he could, and should, have been. It's loss, compounded by more loss.
We're also still living in our earthquake damaged apartment. Five years ago, if you'd told me I would still be living in this house when Little Man turned two I wouldn't have believed you. Now Little Man is six and he has a Little Brother, who's three (THREE!). In the whole 12 months of last year we made bugger-all progress getting ourselves out of this situation, which was a little frustrating.
I am determined that this year will be better. We will get the apartment sorted. I will get a new job - fact of the matter is, I have to. I work for an organisation that will remain nameless, but it expires in April of this year (that's a big give-away, if you're a local). My contract will be up and it will be time to move on.
I will write more. I will make stuff. I will archive, record milestones and display history.
I predict I will still be ragey, impatient and intolerant . . .