I have felt very conflicted this month. I started the month with two animal sculpture orders, (Christmas shoppers that ordered for themselves.) One Polar Bear, and one Large Moose. I was pleased with this because it felt good to start the year with some business.
I also started working on painting the front hall and living room.
Shortly after the New Year, on of my Christmas customers was so pleased with the Large Elephant, he had ordered for his wife's Christmas gift, that he ordered four more sculptures. A Mandrill, a Hippo, an Armadillo, and a Polar Bear. Then he contacted me again and ordered a Large Horse as a gift for a friend.
The horse is on hold at the moment because he needs to get a better picture of her horse for me to use as a reference for the blaze marking.
Last week I got my first international order of the year. I'm making an Aardvark for someone in Denmark. (I don't ask "why?" I just make the animals the customer wants!)
Now then, all of this is very nice, and since the recession started, I've had months when I have had no orders at all. So I should be very happy. I do enjoy doing the sculptures. The days just fly by!
But, it is cutting into time I really want to be spending on painting the living room!
My goal was to have that room done by the end of the month.
I've shipped the moose and first polar bear, and have the next four almost finished. I'm quite sure I will get the aardvark done next week, and that leaves me with about a week left in the month to paint. Not really a big deal. It will get done eventually.
I really don't see how those of you with real jobs get anything done!
On another subject:
I have been doing OK with finding things to put in the "flea market" boxes each day.
I'm looking at everything with a very critical eye these days. Some days I wonder why I have this stuff in the first place. I find I really have very little sentimental attachment to things. The question I keep asking myself is "will I need this again?" and most of the time the answer is "probably not!"
As my Mother always said: "Tomorrow is another day."Mandrill