Rocking Norah to sleep. Reading Richard Scarry books with David. And working on collage. These are three things that, when I'm in the midst of them, there is nowhere else on the whole planet I'd rather be. And lucky me...I got to do all three today.
My paper piles have been laying dormant for a while. And then I, myself, was laying dormant for a while. And now I'm waking up to it again. The digging, the tiny cutting, the arranging and rearranging. I know I've mentioned before that I'm trying to incorporate more of my own patterns and drawings into my work, and it's really satisfying, but it also means everything takes about four times as long. The process takes on a new kind of plodding forward. I'm totally okay with that, too. It just means more fun for me.