Well.
Feeling very brave, I sat at the computer, and booked my flights.
A traumatic, stressful, infuriating experience that took about two hours.
But it is done.
I now have paid tickets that will take me from my beloved Birmingham all the way to Buffalo… via Paris… and New York…in both cities I will only see the airports… doesn’t count does it?
It is the furthest I have been on my own, and feels like the hugest adventure. I am exhilarated, terrified, I feel invincible and vulnerable all at once…
I feel it’s like a right of passage. After this, I will REALLY be an artist!
However…
Before I get me there, I have to get the work there.
Why didn’t I draw a nice little thing on some crumpled up tracing paper? Or send that little pair of fabric shoes? Why didn’t I do something with feathers and bubblewrap?
No.
Elena Thomas, bloody idiot, has to have the idea of stitching onto an army greatcoat.
A genuine WW2 army wool greatcoat, that weighs about 14kg without packaging.
This I have to finish working on, and get to America before the end of March.
So… if anyone is going over, and has room in their luggage for such an item, please do let me know. Otherwise it is going to cost me an arm and a leg to ship the sodding thing!
I note with interest this is my 300th post.
300 posts ago, I could not have dreamed or wished such a thing could happen…
