If you are a creative person, the effect of not being able to make stuff for four and a half years and then suddenly being able to do so, is like a little hole in a dam.
I couldn’t do much at first anyway because of solicitors and so on and I still have a house full of furniture and stuff that I cannot do anything about. The OH went berserk and bought a huge table saw and now we can barely get into the garage. I have found myself guarding the space around the kiln with a snarl.
Nevertheless as the time and space between me and the last few years widens, the creativity pours out. I bought a flat light table and used it to copy a photo and reverse it and make two pictures of the GDD, which I photographed and emailed to a craft shopping channel and they were aired so the GDD has been famous on telly for five minutes and she isn’t even two yet.
Reversing the photo, drawing and painting the result was interesting, is this what she sees in the mirror? I am not the generation that takes selfies but I might do one of me just to reverse it and find out.
I have been making cards and playing with my die cutting machine for the last few days as the weather has been gloriously rainy and cold. I am so glad of dreadful weather, otherwise I’d feel obliged to do the garden. I never thought anything would put me off gardening but looking after two of them in different locations and being told off for whatever I did in the other one has killed my enthusiasm somewhat. I’m sure it will return.
I’m plotting a novel in my head. It’s fifteen years since the last and I now know what I did wrong. I actually wrote a novel co-dependently. The baddie was writ large and the hero hardly put in an appearance. It was all very beautifully done and hilarious in parts but the basic premise was wrong, just like my life. You’re meant to live your life for yourself, not as a bit part in other people’s lives. Why didn’t I know that? Anyway, under correction, work in progress, all going on in my head.
Where it is fighting for space with the dolls. Here they are, out of my head and into existence.
Left to right they are, a short fat witch with curly toed boots; a haberdasher, a giant, a fairy man, a fairy lady, the shrunken Darcy. They are all 24th scale and all internally jointed. The fairy man is really small and slight.
So is my hand, the doll measures two and a quarter inches or five point five centimetres tall which isn’t tall at all.. You could make him a room in one of those cook’s match boxes. I think he might be popular because of the size but I have only managed four of him so far.
The little Darcy which is the smaller version of the original Darcy is here with him for comparison. He is the sum of all the original parts with moulds taken from them except for the head which is new.
This original Darcy is going to wear breeches, which is why he has his stockings on already. I do make socks for dolls but in small scales they cause havoc with shoe fittings and the dolls are always to be found shoeless in the box when you put socks on as well. Maybe they just get hot feet.
That’s it for now, creativity calls. These days I can scarcely get out of bed fast enough to get busy, though I am back to doing a work out every day and feeling the benefit of that too.
One of the unexpected benefits of giving your life to someone else for a while is that you are so grateful when you get it back again and so pleased with every hour spent doing something lovely. I am living in the middle of a personal creative renaissance, and happy to be here.
16 weeks to Miniatura.