In a weekend where I began to feel social media grating on my nerves, I made a conscious decision to blur out all of the hype and focus on what I enjoy about my hobbies.
Instead of becoming irritated by the number of times the Official Filofax Instagram account posted pictures of the new Slate Grey shade for their Finsbury organisers – which, I have to say, is the best colour they’ve released in any binder for several years – I sat back and admired my own Original binder and enjoyed the deep fuchsia shade. Instead of moaning about the amount of dot-grid paper everywhere, I basked in the knowledge that I’ve found an insert that really works for me in the Personal size and that no matter how much Filofax hype their newest inserts, they still produce the good old standard ones which have stood the test of time.
I’ve also enjoyed my knitting. I haven’t needed wildly expensive hand-dyed yarns, super though these are; I have been just as happy working with relatively inexpensive wool. There was potential to be rather narked this morning as I was intending to buy the new Rowan Knitting Magazine, but I checked it out on their website and realised that I didn’t like any of the patterns in it. It’s disappointing when that happens, but as I don’t need any new knitting patterns it doesn’t really matter. That’s the magic thing, really – deciding not to care about the things that don’t suit me.
I finally wrote dry the cartridge of Viper Green ink and moved gratefully on to my pen filled with Burned Orange which completely suits my mood. For all of 12 hours I had my magic number of three pens inked, then I went and spoiled it by deciding to fill my dad’s Parker 51 with some Diamine Pansy. It was a sudden decision; a desire to use that particular pen. Perhaps the magic number of pens inked is really four, not three? Pansy is more of a neutral colour compared to some in my arsenal, so it will be good when I want to be more serious.
Even the sky is mellow this evening, fitting in perfectly with that September journal spread I wrote about previously. Now, all I’ve got to do is stay away from social media until bedtime. How hard can that be?