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Much of the focus at the Folksy Summer School was on creating a coherent story of you and your work, finding a niche to occupy and telling your story honestly. It’s not a million miles away from the sort of thing I spent a lot of time doing at art college, so I was pretty comfortable with that bit. (Comfortable with the concept, I hasten to add. There has been no end of teenage whining, tears and fretful scribbling in the search for this coherent story and I’m not even close.)

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…and then.

The word aspirational kept popping up. I am discovering that I’m intensely uncomfortable with the idea of embodying some kind of aspirational focus for other people. I’m not sure if I can articulate why this is, and I’m worried that if I did articulate it, the answer would be that I’m unnecessarily suspicious person when it comes to anything that touches on advertising (and/or just plain weird).

That’s not to say that I can’t see the point of creating a world that other people want to occupy. It’s just that I’m not entirely sure how I want them to occupy it. But I started thinking about points on the continuum between absolute honesty and absolute aspiration and I think I could fall somewhere between Alicia Paulson and Stephanie Pearl-McPhee. (Please note, they do not necessarily constitute the ends of the spectrum, but they’re about the ends of the ranges to which I think I can go.)


So there you are, a first step in trying to embrace the fact that there may be people who want to live a little more like the way they think they would if they had some of the experiences I have or have had. (I think I’m going to need your help, where do you stand on reading about aspiration vs. perspiration?)

Also, I’m going to be doing a lot of digital (and analogue) clearing out and rearranging, so I’ve put my shops on holiday and there will be new features and posting schedules appearing.