While Grumpy was out at the rugby last night, I sat at my little desk and put together these mini-mini photo albums for a couple of friends.
I don't know if they will like them; I hope they do. I tend to give people things that I would like to receive. So I make or buy in a rush of enthusiasm and then panic as to what reaction I'll get.
But I do get a lot of pleasure simply out of creating something: good, bad or indifferent.
I started these in the afternoon, with plenty of sun and light around. The room where I work is quite dimly lit, and even with a table lamp I always feel at night as though I'm working in a fog, just feeling my way around. I worry that things won't look right in the harsh light of day. Then I tell myself that everything is dimmed and altered in the same way, so what matches in one light will match in another. Makes sense?
Since I decided not to make any more cards for the time being, I feel a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I'd stupidly turned it into an obligation. Which sounds quite egotistical. I really meant only from my own point of view, not because everyone is panting for a hazelblackberry original.
Now I can concentrate on catching up on all of my projects for other people, and I'm ripping through them. It gives me an enormous sense of satisfaction.
And the bonus is that the card shop down the street gives you a free card for every nine you buy!