My proclivity for giving it a try has extended to what are called, rather oddly, the domestic arts.

Our mother was a very good knitter which did discourage me, in that field, although I did learn to do it adequately, later. My choices extended to Fair Isle and cables, which I learned from a book!

Sewing, and embroidery were my favourites and I took some pride in using the haute couture finishing techniques, although I wasn’t too great at fitting to mine own body.

Once I learned to get really good equipment, it became enjoyable to paint the house, both inside and out. The front door has been through several metamorphoses. My basic fear of height becomes manageable once the paintbrush and rollers get flying.