It’s probably not the most sensible time to be soul-searching, while I’m still trying to get my life back post-Indaba Expo madness, but I’m really starting to get pretty tired of feeling like I never stop chasing my tail, and in particular, that I never get to sit and work in my studio any more (packing boxes doesn’t count).
I spent all day yesterday at a strategy meeting for Elle Decoration magazine, and attended rather reluctantly as I resented being diverted from the pile of tasks (posting, wholesale orders, emailing, ordering, chasing, promoting) that is always tottering scarily by my side, getting taller every minute. But I did go, and jeez, I’d forgotten how nice it is to sit and do just ONE THING in a day. I focussed, and I concentrated, and I even spend some time doodling.
Doodling! I’d forgotten the pleasures – indulged over the years of University education – of connecting the hand to the loosened brain, and seeing what flows. They’re hardly works of genius, but seeing all the stuff I came up with on my notepad (in between serious discussions, teeny weeny cupcakes and far too much coffee) sparked so many ideas for designs, and it made me realise that I never get to sit down and play any more.
My doodles made me think that I need to do a serious audit and find ways to stop haring around, multi tasking my life away, so that I can actually go to my studio and work. Dammit, I started doing all this because I like making things, not because I like packing boxes, chasing suppliers and driving the city flat in a baking hot car!
As a start, I think it’s time to reinstall my old practise of Fridays being my Making Day, with no deadlines, particular aims or intentions. I think the doodles would approve.