JOURNALS

Ah, Saturday, my unofficial day of attempts at organising chaos—and by chaos, I mean Nixie's craft room. Didn't quite get into the thick of it in the morning as we'd planned. And "we" here is me and the craft storage boxes that are ready, patiently waiting to cradle fabric scraps and unspooled ribbons. But more on that later. First, let me take you back to the morning.

The sun rose, optimistically, but I wasn't rushing off to work or diving headfirst into zine creation. It turns out the best-laid plans of a paper-loving contemporary print artist often go awry. My morning zine plans collected dust while I got sidetracked catching up with my eldest. You know, sometimes the universe throws a family visit your way, and suddenly, artsy ambitions feel less urgent. But I did squeeze in a game of Diablo. Glorious, colourful explosions and all.

Eventually, we did tackle the craft room, at least in part. I’d love to say it’s now a harmonious haven of tweezers and washi tape, but no, alas, it feels like I'm standing still—against an ever-growing mountain of supplies, when I thought I’d be the logistics maestro today. But hey, we find gratitude in knowing we have such beautiful messes to manage, right?

After a bit of nibbling on lovely food (there were potatoes, but wedges shall have their day!), I dove into some much-needed downtime. A bit of Diablo and a dose of CSI to close off the evening added some vibrance to a somewhat subdued, but heartwarming day.

Reflective even now, I’m grateful for having warm family moments—like today with my daughter—a room that threatens to be organised, and filling meals. Tomorrow awaits new chances to tick off boxes and, who knows, maybe even parboil some potatoes.