I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
All is well.
When my mother mentions that I haven’t written a post in ages, I feel vaguely guilty but don’t worry too much.
When Robert tells me that he loves rereading my posts I think aw, poor boy away from me, but we talk every day, so put off writing.
When our neighbour pops round the cottage to make sure we’re alive and mentions that I haven’t written in ages, and when my sweet cousin in Slovakia starts emailing me to find out if all is well!!!!
Then I know I’ve been putting blogging off for far too long.
On of the major reasons I blog is to have a creative outlet.
But when other creative outlets are briming over the top, I don’t feel the need to blog.
I know that’s bad.
But it’s good in another way. It means I’m finding interesting, creative and fulfilling things in my art practice.
But back to life…lol.
Chloe’s boyfriend Bryson turned 26 the other week, and Chloe planned, organised and executed the best surprise party for him.
There were way too many 20-30 somethings in the house all having a brilliant time.
And that very same evening, my daughter Kerstin and her family came into town to stay with me.
Everyone stayed up way too late, (and our little ones slept in; which was fantastic), and the next morning we had a tea party in the living room.
Weekend came and went and I retreated back into the studio because I’m working on some over-the-top expressive pieces to break out of a rut.
These I had done and put them up on the dining room wall for my meeting with my art consultant.
We had a really good meeting talking about the directing I might want to take my art.
I know this is a quick catch up and doesn’t make up for two month of radio silence from me.
I’ll be better.