http://datadevotion.com/-CgNowQ This morning, I went outside to check on the strawberries. Five or six ready for picking, a few needing more sun before they become ruby red. I sat down on an old rickety deck chair, with my sketchbook and pencil in hand, and listened. I could hear a lawn mower in the distance, kids next door squealing, the iconic screech of the cockatoos; the general sounds of a sunny Saturday morning.
lukoil usa Flicking through the pages of my sketchbook, I found half-started sketches that I gave up on when they didn’t turn out the way I wanted, others that I was surprisingly proud of, and page upon page of ideas for things I could make. Sitting there with my tea and a bit of a breeze, I realised how much I crave creativity.
A lot has happened since I last posted here, so much so that I’ve found it really difficult to know exactly how to start up again. This is my attempt at easing back into it. I’ll talk more about All of the Things in posts to come (yes, such a tease, I know – or, as my mum would say, keeping you in suspenders). For now, I’m content with simply saying that I’m back.