Looking out my studio window I see mothers and toddlers huddled under trees, a man eating a sandwich whilst clasping his umbrella, and the park opposite our house bathed in lush green life, a telling sign that this June has been a soaker.
These last days of Spring have seen our garden go into overdrive with all this rain. Sweetpeas are climbing up the hazel poles at a satisfying rate, lupins are in flower, and of course the roses are having their moment in the spotlight.
For June is the month of the rose, when they unfold against a sea of deep green leaves and thorns and show us all just how beautiful and blousy they are.
This kind of weather is a double edged sword if you’re a photographer. June is one of my busiest months and the past few weeks have involved a number of sessions being rained off and rescheduled. My diary is backing up but I’m revelling in the chaos and busyness after the sleepy months of winter. In truth it was all a little too sleepy which stirred up much panic in me. Being a freelancer with your own business, consisting of one person – you! can be a heavy weight during quiet times. Despite this being my 5th year in business I still haven’t quite mastered to lean into the famine and trust in the feast. But I’m relieved to see bookings picking up at a pleasing pace and excited to be working more again these next few months.
Behind me on the old farmhouse cupboard sits my great grandmother’s Singer sewing machine. My mother delivered it a few days ago and I dusted it off and put it in pride of place. This summer, mum and I will sit together at the kitchen table and sew a simple dress for Indie. She will teach me how to follow a pattern and create neat seams. I have never attempted to make clothes before, I am a pattern following novice! I look forward to mum passing down these skills to me and hope to be able to pass them onto the next generation, my own children too someday. Wouldn’t it be magical to see them using their great, great grandmother’s Singer.
Here are a few things making me smile this week:
This working minature rocking horse, thrifted for £4.00…
This french press for kick starting my day, every day…
This little note from my son which is usually taped up on my studio wall…
This father’s day card, and it’s envelope, for the attention of “Dabby”.
Wishing you all a beautiful weekend ahead. Much love, Polly xo