Wallace and Gromit

Well that says it all – just drafted today’s blog as 30 October – so I am only a month behind! I did the same on one of the many cheques written this week. My list of “things to do” before I can focus on some painting is getting shorter. Yippee. I have a tidy space to work in (just a neat pile representing 6 months of filing to sort out), Titus has a set of new sweet-smelling and un-chewed bedding made after a day on the sewing machine. I have nearly completed my Christmas shopping, the cake (a gift for doing a 2 week spell of duck feeding) has been fed adequate amounts of brandy and by the end of the day a design for the Simpson Christmas Card will be ready for printing. In seeking inspiration for another Christmas Card commission I stumbled upon Lady and The Tramp – Tramp definitely looked familiar!

Tramp/Titus/Gromit spent a very happy afternoon on the beach with Wallace recently and, in the absence of any stimulating artwork on my part, has offered to share  his snaps….

W: I may be small, but I can still get you

T: come on then!

T: I could eat you for breakfast!

W; no you couldn't !

W: oh, stop it big boy

Spots before my eyes

My focus has shifted away from my easel to my laptop of late, and I was going crazy from a lack of painting or even a hint of creativity. To compensate for the hours hunched over my laptop by day I began knitting furiously by night. As a result, my eyes suffered and I found myself reaching for some reading glasses. Knitting Fair Isle by the fire is not an issue, but wishing your arms were longer is something else, an age thing!  “EEK! “ I thought, “this won’t do, must find an antidote – I know, invest in some funky spotty tights. “

You may laugh (or look puzzled) but I felt alive (and less old) again in my colourful spotty tights. Re-energised I flung my new funky legs in a Highland fling for Henry. They were, I’m sure, a truly magic antidote - my Fair Isle frenzy has given way to some painting and I've secured myself a new job.