Nine little babies seemed so many when they were hung against my studio wall, especially as I had originally thought I’d have just three. Nine little babies hung in the foyer of the school of art look somewhat insignificant. Time is short. A friend has let me plunder her collection, so I have three more dresses to work on in the next two weeks. I may have to go and hunt for a little boy outfit though too (it’s really hard to find old boys clothes). I shall shuffle them about a bit. I’ve decided (or should I say re-decided, as I’ve changed my mind a few times now) to use the yellow linen dress with the footprints on too, so that the child I had stood to one side can now join the throng, and the adult can stand a little apart, in a supervisory role. Then I think I’m probably done.
The long loop of “Keep Calm” has been burned to cd, and is ready for me to play with it on Tuesday and Wednesday.
I may post a sneaky peek photo of some of these goings on, when I’m a bit closer to what I want it to look like. After the private view evening I’ll post loads more, and maybe the song too.
My sleep pattern is non-existent. I go between eating rubbish to trying not to put any weight on as the posh frock then won’t fit. It’s touch and go, but having told everyone I’m wearing this 1950s creation, I have to don’t I? I have wrinkles, spots, and bags under my eyes. My knees are shot. My back aches. I have violent mood swings. Some days I feel giddy as a schoolgirl. Some days I feel like a miserable old bag.
Good job it’s not a three year course. My family and I can’t take much more of this!
