So late late last night I was looking through my older posts, just out of curiosity. And I noticed a number of weird things.
Firstly - the next blog post I was about to write was all about plain clothes... again. Spent a number of nights looking at more options, went so far as to order a pattern from one of the uber religious US groups - and have been making myself aprons and long skirts in florals and other, not-normally-me things.
I realised that this time last year - I posted about plain clothes. And this time the year before.
I wonder what it is about October that makes me long for this simplicity. I wonder if (despite all the blogs advising that a 'calling' to plain clothing is really the xtian God tapping you on the shoulder) there's something around Beltane that is inspiring this longed-for change in my overall circumstances, and my brain has translated it into a longing for outward presentation.
I have no idea, but there it is. Be prepared for more long dresses from me in the future, summer's coming up after all.
The second weird thing was that 2 years ago I posted about the 'reality' that I will never acheive my dream of owning land/farm/animals etc. That I was stuck into this rut of saving for other things first (like the studio, which is now up and running but not exactly raking in the $$, and my oven, which I finally have and is probably increasing my electricity bill rather significantly!) and will never clear the mortgage and manage to get myself into a home that ticks all my childhood longed-for boxes.
Nothing has changed there at all. I'm still plodding along. I'm still sacrificing my dreams to the almighty dollar, working in a place I dislike to pay bills for a house that doesn't meet the dream and not exactly moving anywhere.
BUT. There is certainly a part of me that hasn't given up. I have not stopped dreaming the dream.