Ive not long been back from the horrors of reliving a decorating nightmare. Having just gotten over our own spot of decorating in our own house I somehow ended up getting roped into decorating again over at Dylans. Armed with a limp brush, copious amounts of Natural Hessian paint and a dodgy old Nike t-shirt - I set sail on the walls and ledge shelving. I teamed up with Caz, Dy's old friend and we slicked the walls with newness. Many hands DO make light work and in no time, the room was refreshed. I was that knackered, come 12.30 am I went up to bed, sat on it and before I knew it - it was 7.30am and I was still fully clothed. My mother would kill me if she knew.
The next day we all tripped up to Dy's studio to partake in a class with the pickle-man. Before we let rip into a fast paced class with more double sided tape and guillotine action since god invented such abundant use of toolage, I offered to do Dy some promo shots. Dy has a product launch in conjuncsh with a major US manufacturer which will put arty mediums into further repute and I love, love, love this picture the most. It is my favourite and my best out of the lot.Or maybe this one..... not sure. Ive never been one to make a firm decision on occasions like this.This mum of four, granny to one looks far from the maternal, crocheted cardigan and haggered look role of your every day mum, inc me. I adore her.
So then I went on to make an album with the picklemeister in between scoffing jaffa rocks (jaffa cakes but more harder - like, broken teeth harder) and mini wagon wheels plus childish outburst laughter because, when you sit next to Jane Egg and Cress - you can't help but feel the need for extra panty protection. Absolutely everyone that took both classes were a dream to sit with and affirms my observation that northerners are just plain old fantastic (she says, the classic northern girl with a really strange accent). Some people hate our accents and manners but you can't - JUST CAN'T beat northern humour.Come home time I felt a wave of sadness because my lovely friend Dylan was feeling a smidgen low. My intuition kicks in at times like these and tosses aside my own troubles because halving my friends problems (thus sharing the burden) is one of my favourite things to . We talked a lot these last few days and I only hope that getting her to empty her head and on to lists makes the difference. Dy has a tonne of stuff stored in her head and getting them onto paper will stop her head from exploding, I know it! I used to suffer with severe anxiety a long time ago and someone gave me the gift of brilliant advice by suggesting that rather than go to bed with worries on your mind and a wodge of things to do - writing a list and emptying your head makes for the BEST nights sleep ever. Im a big list maker and ticking off jobs that have been completed is just the most smuggest of feelings. I know it might sound silly but really, it helps relieve the pressure immensely. Im all about lists. Lists=Empty Heads.
And Im sat here now with my favourite and best animal who is sat at my feet as I type. Belle is in School, Mark is at work (someone did point out that I didnt blog about that but yes, he got another job back at the company where he got made redundant - hurrah! Christmas presents at last!) and Im on my todd with a tortoise that doesn't do much except munch and my dog who does nothing but slobber every inch of your seated legs and gives the bestest animal heated socks. I have a LOT of drawing to do but today Im not feeling drawy. I guess I could do with hiring an illustrator for a couple of projects or I could just try and do the damn thing myself. Help me with my dilemma!