Mr V and I made some fairy cakes today (mini cupcakes). They taste great, but my attempts at icing (after Mr V had gone to bed) aren't quite so great:
I iced them all and then tried to put the sprinkles on. Turns out that doesn't work too well. I had to poke each tiny sugar star into the icing. So, next time it's ice-then-sprinkle, ice-then-sprinkle, ice-then-sprinkle etc, etc.
When people ask me what I do for a living (or what I used to do "before I started a family", which annoys me on many levels), I always mumble something about IT. I am utterly hopeless at explaining what it is I do (I'm a community manager), so I don't even try.
I confess that I am often envious of friends who can say "I'm a teacher" or "I'm a lawyer". Everyone gets that straight away. Even my family are clueless about my career, even though I have spent quite some time trying to explain what it is that I do.
So, this got me thinking. Perhaps I can't explain it because it's not really what I want to do. Or maybe I think it's not a 'real' job? Or maybe I'm just really, really bad at explaining things. Overreaction Man teases me a lot about not being able to explain what he does (he's a Product Manager), so it could just be that.
But I wonder if I actually just want to do be something else. In my spare time (outside of looking after Mr V and doing community management work), I like to read blogs (craft, mainly) and make stuff. Mostly read, if I'm honest.
I like to say that I enjoy writing, but if that were really true this blog would have way more posts, wouldn't it? Actually, I'm a bit hung up on what to post here - I kinda feel I have to post completed projects, but is the blog police breathing down my neck? I don't think so. (Just in case they are, the next post will have some craft in it. Phew.)
I would definitely like to blog every day, like Lloyd and Lauren. Perhaps I should aim for that and see what I end up posting about. I'll worry about the career angst later...