It was terrible but I did it. The Intended-for-Summer-but-Actually-only-Done-in-the-Early-Autumn-the-Night-Before-Hand-in-Project is officially handed in. It is done. Complete. Finito.
So now let’s all move on to happier times and embrace the start of a new year, banishing thoughts of irritatingly time consuming prior projects, and subsequently the guilt of not having done them, to the wind and beginning afresh.
I have a shiny, new project with lots of lovely potential and handfuls of doodles I intend to screen print, now that I, once again, have access to all the glorious facilities of institutionalised education. And boy, am I intending to make use of those. Not so much for school work obviously, that’s just not how I roll.
My desk is currently decorated with new time tables and other scraps of paper with various, scribbled information for the new year, as well as the usual half a rainforest that seems to materialise every September/October in the form of sheets and sheets of administrative information I either already know, or will never look at.
Yes, it is officially back to school time.
Let’s all celebrate with a completely unrelated drawing of a fox.
Bring on the new year! And with it, nice early bedtimes.
Very quickly, while we’ve been discussing how very, excellently generous I am (I AM.) I thought I’d throw up a few creations of mine that have landed themselves in the laps of others at various present giving occassions.
The two tiny felties were lifted from the rather lovely book, Felties by Nelly Pailloux as a little gift for an old housemate of mine a year or so ago.
The Chef, however, is all the work of my own little noodle and came about as a red herring gift for Matthews 25th before the presentation of his comic.
Although there is a safety pin on the back, I hadn’t intended for Robo Chef to be a birthday badge, more just a silly gift to make Matty smile. That didn’t stop him from wearing him proudly on his shirt for the entirety of his birthday weekend though, including into the rather posh restaurant we went to for dinner, something the waiting staff seemed a little bamboozled by.
Bless the boy, I find it a little warming on the inside that, in the name of supporting my work and encouraging my odd excuse for creativity, he is more than happy to walk around looking like a bit of a twat. Long may it continue, embarrassment is for total suckers.