A former neighbor used to give us a big jar of it every year, homemade.
Anya ,'Showtime'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh god. Matilda is turning into one of those kids who weeps and wails over doing homework. Two nights, and three hours of struggle to draw one fucking picture.
And it's that, "I hate it because it's not perfect" so she keeps erasing shit and undermining herself.
Dear perfectionism: go fuck yourself. It is the impulse to perfectionism that stymies all the shit we need to go through to grow and get better.
Shitty drafts. Sketchbooks. Drawerfic. Finish it! Do it! Make it! Finish it and say fuck it and make something better! But don't DON'T do it because it's not right.
No crossing out. No erasing until you're done. No revising until it's on the page. No stopping until Hammersmith.
You must do shitty work to do good work. It is the law.
I swear to god I'm going to cut the erasers off her pencils.
It's hell to be at the age when you can tell that it's no good but don't have the skills yet to make it good.
(I may still be at that age. Sigh.)
Well, she hasn't cried for ten minutes now and after one time out and two threatened timeouts seems to be close to finishing a thoroughly charming, entirely apt for a five year old drawing.
I'm with Theo.
I cannot draw worth two damns. I would be crying too.
I'm definitely at that age. I can't make myself pick up a pencil again. Ration has nowt to do with it.
Chicago, I can haz all your good food!
I ate at my brother's restaurant last night, and tonight I had a beer there while waiting for him to finish, and then I had an excellent steak and really good wine at a French place, followed by tarte tatin. Nom.
I am caught up with Natter, but have little to add except for peace and strength to Matt's family.
And now to sleep off the food & wine...
I feel her (Matilda's) pain, and I also know that one of the best things anyone ever told me was, "Done is better than perfect." And I was in my twenties. And it was a revelation. Kind of a sadly late one, in retrospect, but revelatory nonetheless.
(How is "revelatory" not in my spell check dictionary? That's weird.)