Launch!

Thanks to Laura, who has dealt with the Gordian complexities of the internet over the last months admirably, we have done it. It is launched.
The drawings will soon turn into items (and a  lot clearer than these pencil notes) and there will be more pics.

 

Laura was on the telly last week, wearing her Bonnie pendant. She says:

'Why didn't I think of it - next week I am sending out the PR's and newsletter again and using Bonnie's pendant in the preamble in my email to say 'As seen on Channel Four's 'Dog's: Their Secret Lives' - Aggressive Dog's Session, Nash's owner, Laura...aired 26th August (available on 4OD until ....)' 
Bonnie was her previous family dog who she had for decades. This dog in the programme, Nash, is a little bit difficult (to put it mildly).

Bonnie

To International Jewellery show this weekend, at Olympia, IJL, to check it out. I will go with a young, ambitious Polish jeweller, Piotr, who has the sense to see he needs to expand into Europe. No money in Poland. He is preparing to launch himself at Inhorghenta, Munich, February next year (where I will share his stand).

He will see if he will come and show to IJL next year. We might do it together, who knows.

Keep bum on seat

Finally finally getting to the end of the massive publicity shove Laura and I have been doing (mostly Laura) newsletter, press releases and the website all to be launched at the same time. Takes a lot of prep. No way I could have done this without her, no way at all.  It (the baby has its own identity now, called ‘It’) will need constant attention but the worst must be over.

So, yesterday sat down to do some drawing after, I am ashamed to say, months. I must put the WWF collection together for Top Drawer, and then to give to them to show at the Olympia show, details to follow. Self imposed deadline but real enough. 

Need to make drawings of all the animals and to understand them before I work on the actual piece in gold. I started with the panda.

First day, had a terrible time with ADHD…. Anything will do to interrupt me and heaven knows there are enough things going on in this house.

2^nd day was tigers. They are murder, with all those stripes that are not stripes at all, but ‘random’ marks, for camouflage of course.

Half an hour into it and the phone rings. The police. Father was knocked over, nearby, on his way to getting the bus to swimming. He crosses the busy main road when the traffic stops for the lights, always at the same place. The crossing is further down and phased so it takes ages.

But he couldn’t see the bike, of course, and it knocked him over. Ambulance, the lot. It took 4 hours till I was sitting down at the desk again.

Today, looking forward to doing the blog and pressing on with the drawings. But dad’s leg wont work. Cant put any pressure on it….so: call doc to please come. She says we need an x-ray.  Fairly urgent as hip is damaged. Thing is, as soon as he is in bed, mother is helpless. So both need feeding, etc.  Oh joy.

Waiting for ambulance as I write.

But this is what I did get done and I will continue, if it kills me.

       

Thoughts on caring

It is a cool, damp London.
Last Saturday Stefan and I drove to the Red House Cone at Stourbridge, the glass centre, where I taught a class to six delightful students. It was run by Simon Bruntnell as part of his new venture up there. Excellent. What a lovely set up.
I have 2 students coming today, one of whom, M, came a few weeks ago and the poor dear had to be sent home.
My mother was having the vapours and we needed the ambulance etc and all hell was bursting forth. M was so good about it, and is back for another try today. Lets hope mother can hold it in till the end of the class.
It illustrates the struggle many of us carers have. We have to hang onto our lives, and not become subsumed into the caring stuff.

Mother and me c.1949