Closer

Oh my gosh, I've lost my edge.

I used to work 18 hours at a sitting.

I used to stay up til 2 am and then be up again at 6.

I used to put in my mind that I needed to have "x" number of something

and not give up til I accomplished it.

There was no compromise in that.

I was driven.

And I was fairly productive.

When I think about the sheer number of things that I have created over the years,

I get tired.

In 1998 when I started sculpting,

I took orders in June for over 170 pieces that had to be done by October.

Craziness.

The following year, it was 260 orders.

Yes. Insane.

At the time, I also had 4 children at home, an elderly and ailing father

and was involved in a number of organizations.

And yet I produced.

Lots.

It's not that I'm not working seriously now.

I am.

But I don't work weekends.

And I don't work nights.

And I don't start at 6 am.

And I say far more than I ever did ...

"I'll do that tomorrow."

I jog rather than sprint.

Whether that is the aging process ... 

physically or mentally

I don't know.

But it's okay.

It's a very peaceful spot to be.

Uncharacteristically peaceful.

I should have had these creations finished weeks ago.

I should have had them listed at the beginning of last week.

Well, actually, I should have had them listed in October.

I didn't.

But, it's getting closer.

I think maybe tomorrow.

Yes. Tomorrow.

Creating Again

I have not been a CreatEv Soul for a long time. Too long.

A year and two months since I posted here. Two years since I did my Christmas line.

Getting back to the studio was long overdue.

And getting back in the habit of posting here is too.

So here I go again ...

 I wonder where these Santas will live.

They're anxious to get on their way.

And the Angels. I wonder where they will move to.

I love making these little Snow Angels.

Actually, I love making everything!

I've missed it.

Artisan Show This Weekend

It's our show this weekend and I have very few things to offer.  Cards ... lots of those ... new designs that are silly.  Note cards ... they're not silly, they're practical.  And my little books - five in the series now - two more coming.  The second volume of LIFE LINES, and a new one, bigger one to boot.

After this, my intention is to jump into creating with both feet.
I am feeling a major NEED to be creative.

Life Lines

So really ... how pathetic is this - my last post in FEBRUARY.  Have I been 'CreatEV' since then.  Barely it seems. The year seems to have slipped through my fingers with very little time or focus on creativity. Who am I kidding ... 'Very Little'.  Try - NONE.  I haven't even been up to my studio since April.  I'm hoping/planning/expecting that to change with the Christmas season coming up.

The only thing I really have accomplished these past months is to start a little line of books. I'll have them for sale at our 'In the Spirit' show on the weekend after Thanksgiving.  Perhaps one day I'll figure out how to put a link to them here as well.

Two of them are tiny little 'pocket books' - the size of a business card - with quotes and my 'clothesline' collection. They're entitled 'LIFE LINES'.  There's a little bigger one in the works with the same theme.  So I have been busy playing pictures a little bit, but it's the hands on stuff I've got to get at.

So Much For Creating....

Two full months since I posted anything here.

It's not that I've let it go by the wayside ...

I'm actually NOT creating at the moment.

Been working full time at a Real Job.

I'm hoping to get back to producing in March.

In the meantime, sharing a wonderful figure

that my amazingly talented artist friend:

Anne Robin Luckett

from Mississippi

made at our Creativity Retreat in January.

Addiction

I make a point

of staying away from fabric stores.

All that material is magnetic

to my eyes and my fingers.

I collect fabric.

I don’t like sewing.

I’m just addicted

to the

colour & texture.

I know my weakness.

I have not entered a fabric store all year.

I already have enough

for three lifetimes.

At this last minute, I decided that I need to make

my grandbabes a Christmas stocking.

I kept piling the fabric on the table.

The clerk asked what I was making.

‘Christmas Stockings.’  I replied.

‘HOW MANY?’  she questioned.

‘Just five.’

She sighed and started cutting.

I sighed too.

Sucked me in again.

One Last Set

The last set of the year

that will be emigrating to

the US of A.

Five days til Christmas Eve...

time for me to start my preparations.