Back To The Drawing Board

We are basking in the afterglow of Christmas in our wee cottage on Curry Road. It was a wonderful time filled with family...and yes even a bit of creating (family needs their wee folk also). One would think that the days following, would be perfect for putting the feet up and hanging a vacation sign up on the online venues. Holiday handmade show season is finished for everyone...but the Trade Shows are just getting fired up. Trade show or no; it is a rare day that pens, needles,brushes or sculpting tools will sit idle all together in this home. There is always one tool in use at some time during the day or night. A dead giveaway of a truly creative soul.

Creating has always been a part of my soul, drumming to it's own beat and never mindful of weekends, holidays or even to be containing itself to a 40 hour work week. It tags along on vacations and soothes me when I am sick. It is known to have me jump out of bed at odd hours to dance a bit with my journal.  I am fortunate that although Tim can't fully grasp how the gears all work in my head....he sees the joy that wraps around me and is ever beside.

I am literally back to the drawing board as the February show is just around the corner. Tim shakes his head and keeps me fed as I sit for hours drawing. Yes...hours. The concepts may come quickly, but the inking can take many hours. It is delicate and non forgiving; but when complete, it reveals my heart and soul.  These inked labors of love will go on to become many things .... but best of all, they will bring more smiles than I can visualize.

It's dark now, and I am enjoying the glow of our tree as I write. The day has been full of orders to pack and drawings to work on. It's time for a hot cup of tea and my drawing board once again. Well...perhaps I'll take a few minutes to put together a custard pie before I sit to draw. We don't have such treats often...but tonight I am feeling a bit nostalgic. I'm missing the winter of a different time when I would sit at my Gram's table after dinner and draw, as she would make a custard to take the evening chill off from the house. It is a fine season indeed and no matter how much the creating part of me may rule, there are new memories to make in this wee cottage on Curry Road.