Christmas loomed on the horizon, requiring me to provide a magical time for my beloved family. At first, there was resentment, the time it took from my work, then, like the kidnapped, I fell in love with Christmas again and could not get enough of wrapping and decorating and general jingling. I am still to some extent singing a christmas song.... I made Baubles and cards and painted a House Sign for some close friends. Stuart and I bought each other the same present....which became more and more obvious when the parcels were placed side by side.....I took photo's of my daughters portfolio, visited the British Museum and am looking forward to a new year of work and inspiration.
It's all good.. Ding dong Wenceslas.....on high....