It’s been a little while since I’ve written anything here. When I started this blog I was determined to post every week no matter what but sometimes that’s not how life works out. I resolve to do better in the future, to find little moments to touch base and practice writing more.
The reason I have been so behind with all my fun little side projects has been a sudden influx of historical costume commissions. Working freelance has it’s pros and cons and the unpredictable work flow is something I have always struggled with. I can go weeks without anything, which is when I come up with all these big ideas like starting a blog or become a vintage knitwear specialist. And then just as I think I won’t be able to pay my rent and am wondering whether it’s acceptable to eat beans on toast for every meal, work arrives. Hooray! And then more work arrives. Okay. And then even more. All at the same time.
Today on the tube, a man told me he liked my costume. I smiled and said thanks and then he got off the tube. But actually I was a little unsettled by this encounter, not just because anybody talking to you on the tube is a bit weird, but because my first thought was ‘what costume?’