So sorry I’ve been away for ages and sorrier still this break will continue.
I still love craft but I am finding it harder and harder to write about. Contrast this with writing about cinema, which flows off the keyboard since I have been accepted to write for the very fabulous Lost in The Multiplex.
I leave you with a picture of a bracelet, a handmade present from my friend Dany.
I’ve appreciated every visit, every comment, every subscriber. I may be back but until I do thank you so much for making time for me.
Warmest wishes, Lydia.
Reading “Simple Blogging” alerted me to the un-niche-ness of my blog. Folk who want to read about “Justified” aren’t necessarily folk who want to see my baby blue, hand dyed alpaca bobble yarn. There’s an overlap, but it’s minimal. So henceforth I am Lydia-two-blogs.
Judah’s blanket: the haven of domesticity it always was.
*What Would Sherlock Do?: all the stuff you’d find in The Times Culture magazine, but in an inferior writing style.
Some of you followers may be leaving us to sample these new pastures. I’ll miss you, when your name popped up as a subscriber I got a little jolt of fatheaded joy.
*Garry suggested “Bludah’s Janket”
Just watched “The Kings Speech” (label me “early adopter“) Marvelled that the climax of the film, the bit that has your white knuckled hands sweatily gripping the arms of your club chair, is a man in a darkened room speaking into a microphone for nine minutes.
Much mainstream storytelling has situations dramatic but remote, causing us to identify with the characters in the bluntest way possible. It’s a natural disaster and the peril taps our adrenaline. Someone is being stalked and we feel a creeping horror. But by focusing not on King George VI and the constitutional crisis but on Bertie and his fiercely guarded anxieties, we relate in a richer way, we empathise. We see frustration, anger, helplessness and need, everyday emotions it takes no effort to call to heart. It’s the Lords prayer on a grain of rice when normally we get spray painted letters on a railway siding. There are only so many ways you can portray the end of the world without boring your audience but focusing on these discrete, internal worlds offers up limitless, enduring, relatable yarns.
We need a romantic hero, a thoughtful poet, who sees beauty in the ordinary. Courageous enough to blaze an independent artistic trail, ignoring fashion and championing love, yet empathetic to the loneliness of many around him. A business man creating a hugely desired brand, accessible to all but never successfully imitated. How will we cast him? Like this?
This?No, like this.
Quite often on a Sunday afternoon and other times when we feel blue and lacklustre, we all huddle under the quilt for a matinee. Often Norman Wisdom, but as the one personality he plays in all the films I’ve seen (obstinate, cheerful, slapdash, destructive, kind, bashful, interfering) may infuriate rather than entertain, here are some other suggestions. The ones with the words “murder” or “hunter” may not be suitable for viewers of a more tender disposition.