When I first imagined me making things and selling them I had this idea that I would work quietly away until I had a basket of goodies and then put them up for sale or go to a market or try to sell them through a shop. I have never forgotten my little basket of handmade goodness fantasy and now I realise I have done it. Well nobody is dressed or finished off but I have made a basket of dolls, my collection.
Around Christmas time I spoke of making each one of the styles of dolls I have been making recently and I did and then I popped them in the basket and wondered what to do with them.
Sometime later I had the inspiration to make a collection of dolls and it has been hard going keeping myself on track. I was starting to feel disappointed in myself and then I got the basket down from its safe place and realised it was already there, all the dolls I have started and not gone on with, all the soul searching I have done with each and every one, the struggle, the flashes of inspiration, they are there in this basket. I have a body of work that, though it still needs time, I am proud of and happy with and can continue on with.
Nothing is ever wasted, no moment spent creating is ever meaningless. I have something tangible in front of me and I can see the way forward with this collection of mine.
Sometimes when the obvious finally strikes you wonder how it took you so long to see.