I’m disturbingly close to having a pattern worked out that I believe I can write up successfully and sell. In the process, I’ve created a couple of wicked cute little creatures that really should be for the shop-to-be but will be hard to part with. I’d love to work on getting that written up this afternoon, but I have to go see the midwife instead. Silly life.
In any case, that’s the focus for the moment. I need to post a few more things at the other blog. It’s been surprisingly hard for me to do that, because I tend to be unimpressed with my own work. Which is goofy, because even the stuff I regard as “less creative” is still beautifully executed. I’m good at this. And I love simple things.
Ah, well. Insecurity is part of what drives a body to improve, yes?