Welcome to this week’s Musings!
Hooray, TIM’s Back From Holiday!
The good news is I’m back and fully rested. The bad news is I’m back and fully rested. Either way I’m back so not only is my holiday over but so is yours.
Now while I was away internet access was, to say the least, patchy. I’d go as far as to say non-existent, it’s like that in the middle of the ocean apparently. As a consequence I have had much to catch up on, particularly in respect of what you guys have been posting. Over the last few days I’ve been trying to catch up with your posts, at a rough count I would say I had well over a hundred to look at. You have been busy, some more than others but between you all I had plenty to keep me occupied! Apologies if I missed anyone.
Catching up with blog posts is only one thing I had to do. I had barely walked though the door when I was hit by a number of things which will require my attention over the next few weeks and beyond. More on that perhaps in future musings. Needless to say time to muse and paint is going to be patchy to say the least but hopefully I can keep both going for my sake if not yours!
Meanwhile, to mark my return, something for you to contemplate.
Is it possible to produce models teenagers think are cool?
I suppose I ought to explain the rationale for asking this question.
Over dinner one evening while on holiday my fifteen year old daughter announced out of the blue that modelling was boring and asked why I couldn’t do something more exciting and less embarrassing? Apparently having made friends with some kids on holiday she was called upon at some point to explain what her parents did. She wouldn’t reveal what she said I did do but she was embarrassed to say I did modelling. She would rather have died apparently, harsh but that’s teenagers for you.
I tried in vain to explain why I enjoyed the hobby and the benefits I got from it but I might as well have been talking to an alien. I don’t relate to her world at times and she does not relate to mine. I then remembered Harry Potter and reminded her of the many models we had seen when we went a couple of years ago to the Harry Potter Experience at Leavesden Studios, a stone’s throw from where we used to live before moving to Devon. I pointed out that the model of Hogwarts had bowled her and her brother over as one of the greatest things she had ever seen. I added to this just how much scale models had been used in films to produce great cinema effects well before the days of computer imagery .
After briefly allowing this to sink in she announced “Yes dad, but those models are cool, yours aren’t!”.
Oh the pain, the heartbreak, the … the… the… shit!
I can’t begin to explain the heartache which goes with her words. I felt I had lost my little girl, the girl who used to like what I did (well some of it).
After she left to see friends I asked She Who Must Be Obeyed where this change of attitude had come from. It seemed, according to he mother that one of her new-found friends was in fact a little bit more than just a “friend”. I asked what she meant by that and was informed that my daughter may have been trying to act “cool” having found herself enjoying a holiday romance with a lad named Harry.
What the f..k!
The following conversation with SWMBO ensued.
“When did that happen?” I asked.
“The second day of the holiday, now don’t go off on one he seems very nice”
“You’ve met him?”
“I’ve not met him but I’ve seen him and your daughter likes him. He’s sixteen, comes from a nice family and goes to Rugby school. It’s a private school and costs around £24,000 a year!”
“You new about this? Why didn’t anybody tell me?”
“Because we knew you couldn’t handle it and you’d go off on one and embarrass us all”
“That’s unfair, I’d never do that”
“If you say so dear!”
Embarrass them indeed!
Well the holiday is over and I can report that despite my best attempts at under cover surveillance I never did catch or meet the little bastard who was hell-bent on de-flowering my little girl. I know all about 16-year-old boys, I was one once albeit a long time ago. I’m also familiar with the upstairs downstairs class system and if he and his family think they can simply dump my daughter if she ends up pregnant they can think again. I’ll take great delight in using my modelling knife to remove his fucking scrotum!
I am however left with a dilemma. How to produce a model that a teenager thinks is cool?
At this point guys I need your input. All ideas welcome!
Until next time.