That old cliche that nothing in life is black and white is also a truism. I’ve not been here for a while because it’s been a very interesting time: I came to a crossroads and had to make a very difficult decision. To give up my day job.
Just on a year ago, I was increasingly less able to manage the jaundice that was developing in my working environment and then my work encroached on my blog space. As you know, posts have been sporadic over the last 18 or so months: it’s not for lack of material, but rather an inability to focus because the jaundice had become a cancer.
It had to be excised. Living in one of the most beautiful places in the world (I believe) no longer soothed my soul in the same way because I didn’t have the energy to enjoy it.
Back to not having a day job. Terrifying and liberating, that decision has been. Liberation came with the deciding. The terror is because, I am again following my heart, leaving the toxicity of what was my “day job” to start something using skills and resources I am only just beginning to recognise as having value outside that milieu.
I am doing more cooking – regular Sunday Suppers @ The Sandbag House – and have even had the privilege of having a Sunday Supper documented by professional photographer friend, Selma.
You will find her take on Sunday Suppers here – and while you’re there, explore her blog and fabulous photography.
And, some of the recipes for Sunday Suppers, are Fiona’s Favourites and already feature here – check out the leaflet below, which is how I market them in the village. You can find out more on The Sandbag House Facebook page.
New recipes have emerged; as I said, I’m not short of material….
So, it seems, I’m getting my groove back. Cooking and little bit of writing. As I start my new journey which has seen me learning how to do a website on another platform, I am doing more cooking and taking the odd photograph. Like these two.
Both are in a house are included on that website (still a work-in-progress), and my new venture. The first, a beautiful pestle and mortar with a lemon squeezer. The latter, I am sure, would be much happier in my kitchen! How’s that for a confession?
Here, I just liked the contrast of the stainless steel against the surfaces. The property owner was a little alarmed. Fiona, that’s so ugly, the surface is not good….
So, until next time, the photographs are all that are black and white….in my life at the moment, anyway!