I was brought up in an age when girls were not supposed to be outgoing.
Quietness and demureness were prized, particularly by my nanna, but also by my mum. My sister and I were encouraged to be modest and self-effacing; there were no worse sins, it seemed, than to be arrogant, boastful or shouty about your achievements – especially if you were a girl.
So I’m feeling a bit squirmy and uncomfortable writing this, since it not only involves rejecting this childhood edict, but to compound my sins, then blowing my trumpet about having done so.
The fact is, I’ve been putting myself about a bit lately.
I have been meaning to write a blog post about Vicky’s blog and shop for ages.
Both are full of floral, vintage haberdashery-and-fabric loveliness.
The Linen Garden sells supplies and Vicky also makes floral vintage fabric things, but in comparison with mine hers are delicate, pretty and fragile-looking.
Like ballet shoes, compared with 1970′s platforms.
Anyway, she is going to do a regular bloggy feature on people’s pottering places – workrooms and creative spaces – and was calling for potential participants.
So I sent her a couple of photos – and I think I’m going to be in it! Which is very exciting indeed!
Secondly I spotted, again on Facebook (how useful it can be, despite my dislike for it’s money-grabby big business ways!) an opportunity to participate in a local art trail event happening in the summer in Nottingham’s Creative Quarter.
After doing the usual thing – namely bookmarking the opportunity with a “well, they wouldn’t pick me anyway” sigh - I then gave myself a bit of a talking to.
And then I got stuck in and wrote an application after all.
I think it’s going to Amsterdam that’s done it. I got all pleased with myself at being able to manage to book flights and sort out international travel all on my own, without anyone helping me or even holding my hand.
It made me think “go for it girl, how hard can it be?!”
I don’t know whether I’ll be accepted for the art trail thing, but even if I’m not, I’m glad I’ve had a go nonetheless.
After all, you’ve got to be in it to win it, haven’t you? And everyone should be allowed to get a little bit shouty and trumpet-blowy now and again, I think.