I feel that I should start the year with a disclaimer, a confession, a statement of reality.
A good friend of mine, who also reads the blog, recently said to me something along the lines of this:
‘I saw you on the school run yesterday, and you looked like you were having a really bad day. Then later, I saw you had posted on your blog: something all pretty and calm. I feel sorry for the people who read it and don’t actually know you- they must think that your life is really like that!’
I imagine that, as blog readers, this will come as no surprise to you, but I wanted to say, just for the record, that only the very calmest, loveliest and most harmonious moments of my life do make it onto this blog. I like it that here, if nowhere else, I can try to create a space that is serene, and beautiful, and exactly how I want it. If I posted photographs of the mess, the chaos and the muddle, I wonder whether anyone would visit this blog at all.
A question that I have been asked more than once in the year since I started this blog is: ‘How do you do it all?’ To which the simple answer is, I absolutely don’t! All I do is repeatedly clear a space amongst the debris and take a photograph, often to the annoyance of my ever-patient family!
The picture above? Yes, I confess, it is the most photogenic bit of disorder that I could find. Not for you the piles of dirty laundry, the high chair covered in rice cake crumbs, the empty tea mugs stacked by the sink, the bags under my eyes or the endlessly squabbling children. Please believe me, though, when I tell you that they are here, and that life behind this screen often feels like a near-constant state of disorder.
This blog is where I come to breathe. I’m glad that you come to visit me here. Now, shall we return to the pretty pictures?