My wonderful mother took the girls this weekend and I was able to spend all of Saturday in the studio. I made mistakes, got dirty, mixed colors, felt that everything was going horribly wrong and then in an instant was re-inspired, broke through and kept making for hours longer. All without a concern for time, or food, or any needs other than what shape to make and which color to use. It was a huge gift.
I have had my head down and my nose buried in the computer for the last few months, and I realized that I could not continue to write about making, without having free hours to make things myself, not filling orders, just wild abandon and no rules or agenda.
And today I can return to write some more... and buy a new ironing board cover. I spilled a great deal of ink on mine.