I cant bake a cake that rises and goes all spongy to save myself and if it does rise it burns on the top by the time the middles cooked but i love all the effort that goes into making said crappy cake. Licking the uncooked cake mix off the spoon, measuring ingredients and sieving flour. The smell of a baking cake just feels so homely.
Or drawing, again not amazing. I cant sit down and create a masterpiece that deserves to be framed and sold for millions but i like being creative, see earlier blogs, and drawing is relaxing. It may never look like it did in my head but its an hour or two well spent.
(Its pop art its meant to be minimalist but dam i cant draw fingers)Or perhaps singing. There's a song for every mood and while i will never in a million years get a record contract i enjoy belting it out, wither its at work or prancing round my bedroom as i clean.
“There's no half-singing in the shower, you're either a rock star or an opera diva.”
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