I was very sorry to read that Elspeth Thompson has died, I used to enjoy her column in the Guardian on renovating an old railway carriage into an eco-house. I'd also borrowed the book she wrote with Ros Badger, Homemade
, from the library. Whilst it wasn't one I felt worth buying, it was still a lovely craft book. Elspeth was only 48, and I just assumed that she had died as a result of an accident or had cancer. But then I read her obituary and discovered she had been battling depression and taken her own life.
I like reading housey/crafty/bakingy blogs, and often these can present the impression of a perfect life. Sometimes they receive criticism because of this. We sometimes forget that blogs by their very nature are personal, and we use them to present ourselves in the way we want to, or to document certain aspects of our lives. I used to rant more in the early days of this blog, but I just can't be bothered nowadays (plus my job means I need to be careful commenting on anything potentially controversial). Plus I'm now much happier than I was back then. But that lovely flower up there? I took that photo when I was off work with stress back in summer 2008. I did write a little bit about it back then, but not loads as a) it could have turned into loads of rants where I ultimately slagged off my then workplace and got the sack, and b) I was using most of my energy to try and recover and needed to focus on the good, positive things in life.
It's easy to forget that behind the blogging about knitting, the homegrown vegetables and the Cath Kidston fabric are real people whose lives aren't perfect. I know some of you write about your struggles, some of you hint at them and some of you say nothing at all. And sometimes life completely surprises us and hits us right in the face. Kate from needled has gone from documenting her knitting designs to describing life recovering from a stroke (she's only in her thirties). It's absolutely fascinating reading although I wish it's something she would never have had the opportunity to write. But these things make us who we are.
Browsing through Elspeth's blogs, she definitely presents the perfect home-making life. And why shouldn't she, if that's what she wanted to do? Maybe it was a form of escapism for her. There's something very bittersweet about reading her posts now, what inner turmoil was her mind grappling with? We'll never know, and I hope her husband and daughter will at some point be able to find comfort from the beautiful home they created with Elspeth.
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