Here we are again then and this time a bit more up-beat than some of my previous posts.
Thank goodness for that! I hear you cry and quite right too.
I've been spending my time away from the blog creatively, by rediscovering my inner artist. The result? Two pencil drawings are now happily biding their time at Trowell Garden Centre Cafe Gallery before change over day next week when I'll skip along to collect them. (Unless some lucky cafe customer gets there first that is.) There's a couple of other pieces on the go one of which I have hopes for as a reproductive for bookmarks, greeting cards etc. Only time will tell of course but me being me, who always did run before she could walk, has already charged ahead and ordered business cards to slap on the back of future priceless treasures. Here's a little preview.
We went to visit my pictures on Sunday as I was fairly confident they would still be there - which they were. They didn't look out of place on the wall of fame, sitting comfortably somewhere in the middle of abilities on display. A bit like this blog really. I remember sending out my first post on here almost in a sweat to be so exsposed to the waiting millions who would surely pounce and devour every word. Yes, I soon got in touch with reality pretty swiftly after that and it's the same with this new venture.
When I stood waiting for the man to arrive who organises the local artists, a kindly lady pointed him out to me as I had no idea what he looked like having only spoken on the phone until then. I was surprised by how nervous I felt and she must have noticed bcause she asked was this my first time?
'Yes, how did you guess?'
'I felt nervous my first time too.' she replied.'It's because you're daring to put yourself out there.'
'Have you sold much?' I enquired with genuine interest.
She smiled and shook her head. 'No dear. I bring them along and three weeks later I come back and collect them. But it brings me a lot of pleasure to do them so it doesn't matter if they don't sell, I just keep painting.'
I hope she sells one at least, she would be so thrilled. I hope I do too of course but for now am just happy to be creating again. I quite like the idea of a couple of old gurners chomping on their fruit scones or toasted tea cakes and nodding approval at what they see. Or, smacking their gums with discontent before declaring in an overly loud voice - ''Ow much are they asking for that bloody rubbish!"