Sunday, November 11, 2012
I open a drawer and discover a little collection of things I've put aside...and completely forgotten about. Kind of like Christmas, but every day. Ridiculously, I panic every year that I won't have enough stuff. I do, I promise you. I have enough stuff. Really. Truckloads.
The house is really full about now, festooned with bright shiny vintage jewellery, stacked with framed drawings and prints, and all the vintage bits and bobs that I can bring myself to let go. Some things, which I mean to take to a market, are harder to let go of than others. A while ago, I found some 1930's Australian matchbox labels. No worries, methinks, this would look nice in a little frame...and so it does. A bit too nice - I propped it up to photograph it and it looks so good just there...damn. Luckily, there were others.
Of course the cataloguing of work uncovers unfinished and intended projects - I have a collection of pics of the girlchild since she was quite small, I mount them on 8"x8" blocks. Some are more elaborate than others - handcoloured black and white pics, and so on. They are testament to a child who wholeheartedly embraced the 'selfie' at a very young age. I finished these two today, to add to the wall.
Even worse, is the dreaded new and bright idea...I was working on something new at about one this morning - sleep is for the weak and the uninspired - or those who are not completely obsessed.
I'll make room, somewhere.