{ studio visitor | baby bear }
sometimes i am too hard on myself, bemoaning the snail’s pace that i take to accomplish even one finished piece, when really, i need to give myself credit for just getting into the studio at all. with two little munchkins underfoot, one at school all day and one home with me most of the week, with breakfast, and lunch and the subsequent kitchen mess and dishes to clean, the cat to feed and water (and clean up after...she’s an old girl, and well, that’s whole other story). and then there is the getting ready, dropping off, picking up routine, the naptime, the wake-up-hurry-up-we-have-to-go-get-your-brother-oh-darn-it-just-started-to-pour-where's-your-jacket? routine. oh, and add to that the jewelry orders, invoicing, packing, shipping, dinner, bath, dinner dishes, loads of wash, toilets, hello-how-was-your-day-husband, bedtime routine and last hugs, snuggles, kisses, and the inevitable, but-i-want-you-to-put-me-to-bed-tonights-mama, it really is a wonder that i get in here to play, to dream, to wish and make art at all.
oh, don’t get me wrong, now. i love my family. i really do. i love my work too. just sayin’.
