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How Sif Got Her Groove Back...

I wasn't a very happy Sif the other night...

It's easy to get down when you have high hopes and they are not realised.

That said, there is nothing to gain (except momentary attention from good friends and reassurances that people do care) from dwelling on what has not materialised.

What do you do when you're feeling very, very low?

Me, I sing. I sing daggy songs to the power of 10!

So, yesterday I cocooned myself in my bedroom and spent the day listening to 80s music on the radio, surfing the net on my iPad and iPhone and singing...

I wasn't alone...




Erik and the GOM did come in and chat as well, though I didn't have the presence of mind to take photos of them as well.

I also hung up and placed a couple of pieces I've inherited from mum in the wake of my parents downsizing... These reminded me of my place in history through my connections with the past...


This blanket, which I hung on my bedroom wall, was hand stitched by my mother's father's mother.

The story goes that my great grandmother (Langamma Síta) went up to an attic in a farm in Iceland back in 1930 or so and found a section of a blanket which had a quarter of this pattern woven into it. There was some kind of indication (suddenly I can't remember if it was a written note or a date woven into the blanket) which dated the original woven blanket back to 1831 (so it was already 110 years old when she found it).

Langamma Síta took the section of blanket and mirrored the pattern four ways and then sewed that pattern onto the blanket now hanging in my bedroom. At the bottom of the blanket she sewed in the date it was originally woven; 1831 and at the top she put the date at which she duplicated it; 1941... So, now this blanket is 71 years old and the pattern is at least 181 years old. Some of the colour has faded; there is a fair bit of blue which can't be seen in this photo (mind you, my bedroom walls are also green, not cream).

I found a home for the fairy castle...


My mum made this castle one day while standing in the Ada Ryan Gardens in Whyalla way back in the very early 80s. I remember that day so well. There was some sort of exhibit of local potters and others doing courses at the TAFE in town (I think). My mum - who had been studying pottery there for a while was doing a live sculpture and decided to make this castle - Rapunzel's Castle, I think it was, or possibly Sleeping Beauty's Castle, I'm not sure now - and I remember the children crowding around her and her asking them what she should do, and following their suggestion (to some degree, at least).  The castle used to have copper flag staffs coming out of each turret and flags attached, but they've since gone missing (though I plan to replace them now).

As a little girl I used to love to run my fingers along the winding path and imagine the people who lived in that tiny castle...

I listened and sang loudly to this song... Yes, I did!



Yes, when I'm down, nothing brings me back up like belting out a daggy song in a key I can comfortably manage...

So, old family ties, hanging out with my kids and singing daggy songs, those are how I got my groove back...  What works for you?

Comments

Sue Z said…
cool bananas Sif!! But really Daryl Braithwaite!! Ilove to belt out to Marilyn Manson, but can't 'co he uses naughty words a bit too frequently, and there are usually children around...George Michael is my choice for chill out music - I love listening to 'Ladies & Gentlemen' and Evanescence I love to 'sing' to, but I wouldn't really call it singing, I can't hold a tune!! Love the family heirlooms and glad you got your groove back!
Sue :)
Rhianna said…
I love that song. We really should catch up for coffee as I use it for exactly the same purpose. So wonderful to hear that you took the time out to look after and soothe yourself. Fairy wishes and butterfly kisses. Oh and the fairy castle is super cool
bek said…
Good to hear you're feeling better :D That blanket and your mum's fairy castle thing is nothing short of awesome.

Today I listened to a hell of a lot of electronica/trance/etc on Grooveshark, particularly Globus tracks, particularly one called Preliator which is seriously epic, and I did 3d. 3d and electronic music do it for me. Although subjecting the neighbourhood to my atrocious singing is also entertaining ;)
Sif said…
Sue, lol, I LOVE George, as you inow, but the didn't play much George Michael yesterday, only 'Careless Whisper'... Also sang to Terence Trent D'arby and Feargal Sharkey (tho, that almost set me back again)... 80s music does it for me though - makes me happy.

Rhianna, let me know when you're in the neighbourhood! I don't actually own that song, but when it came over the radio, it was perfect! Speaking of perfect, they also played Fairground Attraction's 'Perfect', which was also, um, perfect...

Bek, it makes sense that you get back into your groove with music and 3D... Makes me wonder why I didn't say writing... Then again, I spent much of the day posting photos to Instagram, and was telling stories via the photos, which is a kind of writing...
Nic said…
The blanket and fairy castle, are both amazing ! What talented women in your family.

Daggy music, or music in general always fixes my bad mood.
bek said…
Maybe your real thing is storytelling rather than just specifically writing and writing is a means to an end? :)

Yanno I always thought I would grow up and be a writer. I actually wanted to be a comic artist for a while but I was much better at writing than drawing. Now I'm a freaking 3d artist... :S
Sif said…
Nix, I totally agree! The men too - I've inherited a few things my dad and step-dad made and mum's dad as well, when I've got it all together I want to do a post about living in a creative family!

Bel, you are not the first person to suggest this to me, and it makes sense considering how tedious I find the actual physical writing part of creating a story, but yes, it's a means to an end!
Jayne said…
Daryl Braithwaite? Daryl Braithwaite???!!! Ok.
*ducks*

Hehe ;p

Glad you feel better xx Love the power music has to heal :)

(even if it's Daryl friggen Braithwaite) (runs away)

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