Monday … A question

Why is it that joyous encounters and achievements fade into insignificance when an insignificant failure looms heavy and becomes a horrible monster. This weekend, some nice things happened; two were especially  successful.  I booked a return train ticket to Newcastle with a tidy reduction; enough to pay for Bed and Breakfast, so that I can attend a class with a notable wood engraver in June.  

Then, I managed to fit a new ribbon on my ancient manual typewriter.  Although I had instructions, it was a messy and awkward task that I did successfully.

However, over the last two weeks I have been attempting to do a lino print with multiple colours. I was wasn’t going to be easy

(neither, I might add were the other tests … I had already failed miserably to buy a ticket to Newcastle on line the previous day and typewriters are old!)

I carefully followed the instructions and waited patiently while each layer of ink dried. This week I added the 3rd and 4th colours  Already I was noticing some difficulties and made careful notes for next time.  But rather than be rational and listening to all the right responses; like ‘its is a steep learning curve,’ ‘you will do better next time’ etc. etc. I am mortified at the result.  Why is that?