Finally. I moved all of my equipment and most of my supplies down to the studio. Don’t study this photo closely. My work space is in utter disarray. I have no storage or organisation and even as I write this my floor is cluttered with boxes and bags and beads and pieces of metal.
I’m preparing for the student Christmas show.
I will say this: I work much longer and harder now that I’m not sitting in a shed. It’s wonderful to be able to get up and make myself a cup of tea or to stretch my legs in the comfort of a big room. Pickles is happy to sleep on the sofa while I work, although she was upset by a lamp post that she could see through the window, swaying in the wind.
We went for an afternoon walk when I needed a break.
A large ferry, on its way to France, passed us by while we walked in the park. While I dreamed about going to France someday, Pickles merely sniffed the trees, shrubs and fenceposts.
This fairy would love to take a trip to France. On a ferry if need be.
Wow! When you said “down at the coast” I didn’t realise you meant this!
Wow! Gorgeous sky, gorgeous place! Oh, the jewels and dreams will abound here.