The Midnight Tea Party

Early this morning, I was awoken by the clattering of china, and the chattering of tiny, squeaky voices from downstairs.
Alarmed, I asked Beatrice (my bedside confident and bookend), if she too had heard the commotion...she had.


I quietly crept down the stairs, and peeked through the kitchen door.

In the early morning light I could just make out a little movement...a little scurrying...and then all was quiet.
The kitchen was littered with cupcake crumbs, and empty tea cups were strewn everywhere.
I asked Sienna, if she knew anything of the strange goings on, of course she denied any knowledge....



But then, there on the dresser, I spied the culprits...all fast asleep, their tiny, mousy tummies filled with tea and cake.
Sleeping Suzette had invited her friends, the Snoozy Soozies over for a midnight tea party.





Thank-you to you for your lovely comments about my last post. I'm sorry if I came across a little miserable, I'm so lucky to have Sienna :0)
It helps so much to receive advice and support from people who know what I'm on about!!!

Thinking....

I hate when I don't post for ages, it bothers me...
Sometimes it's just because I'm too busy, but mostly it's because I'm going through one of my - "urgh-I-wish-I-had-time-to-do-everything-I-ever-wanted to-do" phases.
This usually ends up with me doing alot, but achieving nothing...at all.
I have so many sides to me, artistically I mean. I love doing children's book illustrations, (the main part of my income), I have many ideas for writing more of my own, like Molly's Jolly Brolly and Mr Pepper.
I thoroughly enjoy my magazine work.
I want to set up "Pink Shed Publishing", and publish my own card designs.
I love, love, love imagining up and sewing my creatures.
I have a thousand sketchbooks full of very dark drawings that I want to paint up on canvas...
the list goes on, and on, and on.....
But the trouble is, when working on one thing, it keeps me from doing the other. I then feel 'guilty' that I'm not doing what I should be...so the project gets left.
('what I should be' = commercial work, realistic earning a living work...not my sketchbooks full of dark imagery!!)
This cycle continues until I'm faced with a pile of fabric, half made mice and a bunch of blank canvasses. It's a crappy place to be, and it shouldn't...it should be a wonderful place to be. The question I find myself asking again and again is, "what's the point??"
So, I'm going to wake up tomorrow, and inbetween feeding munchkin, playing with her and keeping her happy, I'm going to try and finish something...

I wish I were better at explaining this strange place I keep finding myself in.

Perhaps I'll have something to show by the weekend...?

night night all!

Erica
xoxo