Finding a new interest
My work colleague doesn’t realise it, but it feels as though he’s set me on a bit of a change of tack.
Sometime this afternoon someone in the office asks me “Are you alright?” I say, “yes” and then proceed to tell her why.
I explain I’m off to Muji in Oxford Street to find myself a very special notebook.
“Why go there? It’s raining,” she says.
She wasn’t wrong. It was pissing it down. There’d been a power-cut and everything. The traffic lights on the A40 slip road at White City had gone down. Things like that don’t often happen.
I explained to her that Muji in Oxford Street was the only place I’d be able to get the notebook I especially wanted for our holiday. She looked at me blankly. I explained how I wanted to take two weeks in a far away (hot) country and not be connected to the internet in any way, shape or form. I wanted (as tweeter @leica) suggested earlier today “to go analogue” and write stuff every day. I wanted to be creative but I didn’t want the computer anywhere near me. And the only notebook I could even consider using in pursuit of that was one similar to the one I’d seen the lady sat next to me using during my birthday meal in Blackheath a few weeks back.
My colleague seemed a little overwhelmed by the strange particularness I was displaying. This, however, was in stark contrast to the person who sits next to me who unwittingly came up with a brilliant idea.
“You should do some drawing, you know. Take yourself off with a sketchpad and some paints and do some watercolours.”
Something inside clicked. It was a strange thing. Something rang out inside. ‘He’s right,’ I thought, ‘do something different. Learn something new. Get a book about drawing, a sketchpad and some pencils and draw stuff on holiday.’
I can’t draw. At least I don’t think I can. My Mum can. Her father did too. So there’s a gene there for sure, I just don’t have a proven track record.
So, spurred on by the unexpected idea of a colleague I took myself off to Waterstones at Trafalgar Square, London and found the most basic, most straightforward, most saccharinely positive book for a beginner I could find.
I’m selecting the sketchpad on Friday.
I … can’t … wait.