It is amazing how the fine skills and sense of colour which are applied in our spinning group are actually springing from the heartfelt wishes to be somebody very skilled and helpful when we grow up. It isn’t surprising we have artists in our group who want to make the world see in detail the beauty in everything. Unsurprising, too , that we find out there are people who care so much about animals and the health and welfare of other humans. Modesty prevails, though. Like with Maria. She can create that fine work she speaks of and some of it is related to nature…but each week we have to ask her to show us what she has done because she doesn’t like to make a fuss. Likewise with these lovely stories we are discovering thanks to our roving reporter, Sonya. If you don’t ask, you will never know.
I’ve been thinking about this topic. You mightn’t believe this, but I would like to be a mortician! My speciality would be for women who have passed away. I’d want them to be beautifully dressed, and with makeup and lovely nails and hair done up nicely, looking their very best for their final journey. This I think would be my statement of affirmation for women, even in death.
Dear Wendy I see that you affirm the living in such a gentle and beautiful way. You are a kindly and loving presence in Seaford Spinners and Weavers.
I wanted to be a painter – an artist. My grandfather was an artist so I suppose its in my genes. But then the war came….Yes I would paint all sorts of things, landscapes, flowers, animals. I can’t really think I’d enjoy the large bold brushstroke type of painting. I like fine detail. I’d have a studio with lots of space, with room for my knitting, crocheting and embroidery.
Oh Maria, you are truly an artist! And yes you do specialise in intricate, detailed , fine and exquisite handiwork.
I’m actually quite happy being me! I’m happy in my own skin. As a teenager I wanted to be an artist. But I was told ‘you can’t make any money out of being an artist’ I actually wanted to branch out and do a variety of artistic things, which now I do and that brings me much pleasure.
How good to have you in our midst dear Pam, your happiness is infectious!
I wanted to be a vet but my father wouldn’t let me. So now I would be that vet because I love animals. Cats and dogs would be my speciality. I wouldn’t be so keen on native animals. I don’t think I’d like operating on snakes for instance!
Lucky for us that you weren’t allowed to be a vet, Anne! You may have been too occupied to be part of our Seaford group and that would have been a tragedy.