Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Beating My Own Drum

If there's a different way to do something, that's usually the way I'll choose. In hindsight I think this stems from having a dressmaker for a mother. Back in my days at high school girls were taught sewing (while the boys did woodwork) and while I made the required items (a gingham table cloth, an apron, a skirt), mine were always a bit different to everyone elses because mum would help me choose the fabric and with the sewing and I tended to veer from whatever the other girls were doing.

I always had the latest style in clothes but never had 'bought' clothes until I was old enough to earn my own money. I'd have the style of the day, but my fabric or trim or aspects of the design would be unique and individual. I can still remember in the 60s when one trend was to have your stockings/tights match your top my darling mum made mine  in large black and white diamond pattern (worn with an orange skirt). Luckily I had a mother who let me embrace the latest fashions, even when they were a little crazy.

I loved having clothes that no one else had and that attitude has stuck with me to adulthood where I enjoy doing things that people probably would expect of me because to all outwawrd appearances, I look reasonably normal  lol

While a lot of people mightn't think it's that strange that I write romance, when they find out it's the steamy kind, their eyes often widen a bit. I've even had the comment 'wow, you wouldn't think it to look at you!'

I also have a love affair with stilletos. Shoes, not knives. While many women my age opt for 'comfortable' or 'practical' shoes, I still proudly wear my 3" heels when the occasion calls for fancy shoes. There haven't been that many fancy occasions recently, so I decided I'd just wear my favourite emerald green suide stilletos in the house, because they look so pretty and I enjoy wearing them. They make me feels feminine and sexy and I plan to still wear them well into the future.

I'm lucky enough to have children who appreciate having a mother who's a bit left of centre (I think they kinda like it actually). When, as I rapidly approach retirment age, I decided to become a life model (posing for art classes), they were totally supportive. I love finding a new path to explore, especially when I realise I'm good at it (and holding a pose for blocks of 20 minutes is great thinking time for plot building or character examination - two birds, one stone).

I left my paid job (one which I really enjoyed) to follow my passion for house renovation and became a 'flipper'. I gave up the security of a regular income to live the dream of turning a sad, tired house into something modern and lovely. I only regret that I left it so late in my life to realise that taking risks can have huge rewards (and if they don't, they give lessons to learn).

With the advantage of hindsight, I honestly believe we are often too quick to want people (right from babyhood) to play in tune with the rest of the orchestra, follow the conductor, rather than feeling and following your their own rythym. I just hope everyone does eventually listen to it, gives it a chance. You mightn't like where it takes you, and that's fine - but it might just make you smile at the fabulousness of your own precious drumbeat.


Andra Ashe writes steamy romances with strong heroines who find their own drumbeat, and find a man who'll encourage her to play it. 

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4 comments:

Judith Ashley said...

Loved this post Andra until the end and the person sitting/hanging above a city. Makes me queasy just looking at it. While my mom wasn't a dressmaker, she did sew and made many of my clothes. She was good at it and people i.e. other kids in school would ask me where I got the dress, outfit, etc. They expected me to mention on of the high-end stores instead they'd hear me mumble "My mom made it." Looking back I do wish I'd been proud of her skill. Having to test children when they are in high school to help them figure out what their interests are has always seemed backwards to me. So I do agree with you that encouraging children to seek and explore multiple paths is a good thing.

Deb N said...

Love this - I made my own clothes, but not as inventive as you, for sure. But I was one of very few who sewed my own clothes. I loved picking out different materials. I love that you mention the stifling of children - I remember in kindergarten how I had to color a squirrel over and over and over because I drew outside of the lines. I must have wracked up 5-6 copies of that d**n squirrel. I now know coloring out of the lines is a "good" thing and shows creativity :-) It's how I cook - add this and that - and draw outside the liens of every recipe I try or just simply make up my own.

Thanks for a fun post and a great visual of black and white checked tights with an orange skirt - YAY!

Diana McCollum said...

I like your blog post! My mom sewed all my clothes till my Junior year when I earned enough babysitting to finally buy store bought clothes! She chose the materials , some I liked some I didn't.

However, I did learn to sew in school and carried that skill in to adulthood. For many years I made some of my clothes. Then it got cheaper just to buy clothes. I also, sewed for my girls and always made my two girls and one son Halloween costumes for about 10 years. It's always good to try new things. Right now I'm aiming for an art class.

Maggie Lynch said...

Absolutely love this celebration of being unique! I do wish more parents would give their children that belief in their own path.

Im fortunate in that my parents did bring me up to believe I could do anything I wanted in life. However, they also modeled that being quiet and not fighting the power base was how you survived. So, they were two connected messages that didn't always play well together.

I hope you find many ways to share your confidence and the celebration of your path with other young women, so they know they don't have to always conform.