Continuing to work on my super secret project (can't wait to tell you what I'm working on, but it'll probably be a while yet), doing some extra special Tiny Raggedies for Jen over at
Earth Angels, and painting wee little baby faces on wooden leaves. Have I mentioned that I love my job?
This pair is already on their way to London, but I managed to snap a picture of them before their journey. This particular goat's coloring was a special request, and I love that kind of request. I love getting to see what our stuff looks like in new colorways.
And speaking of new colors, there's only one elephant left but I'm not ready to give up on this elephant pattern yet, so I'll soon be doing some sort of variation for a future incarnation. What color should the next one be? Should it be naked or dressed? Formal or casual? These are the kind of silly questions I get to concern myself with. No matters of life and death (yet another reason why I love my job).
Sometimes I imagine myself doing something else with my life. Something more serious. More important. But then I remind myself that the world needs its artists. I can't imagine my own life devoid of art's influence-- no music, no stories, no adornment, nothing that exists just for the joy of its own existence. . . It would be a pretty lame world.