Been a busy year since stopping doing my 365. Have managed my first solo exhibition and am currently working furiously to get a new project off the ground (if you eat out, you should check out twitreview.co.uk). Towards the end of last year I joined the board of the Horsebridge in Whitstable, it has been [...]
So here is the final 365 image. I’ll be back with a round-up post later in the week, but for now, a huge thanks for watching, hope you enjoyed (some of) it and I’ve loved the feedback I’ve had via comments, email and twitter. Now, the time is near, it’s time to face the final [...]
Well, just one more day and image to go after today. I’ll save the look back for the round up post, but sufficed to say, there will not be another personal 365 next year! Tidying and sorting my workspace today ready for a clean and productive start to 2011, this included sorting out all the [...]
Had to remove the lampshade in the playroom as it made everything too dark. Sproglies made paperchains. On reflection it does look like we did Christmas rather too minimally. And yes, the door is a bit drunk and also a bit blurry too, do I care, no, I was outside and had a 2 yo [...]
Much like the advent calendars, I’m done. Well, nearly.
Wow. Just a few days to go before this challenge ends. That means that it is time to end on a high. I’ll start that tomorrow!
Why have Maltesers stopped selling these things in buckets? These bags disappear far too quickly on a table of 10 adults.
Christmas is a time for family and games. I got Creationary for Christmas, like Pictionary, but instead of drawing you create, with Lego. I am sad enough to absolutely love this. Even got to the stage where models were being created under the table so noone could guess it before it was finished! If you [...]
The sproglies nursery helped them create Santa cookie mix in a jar, the idea was to use it to make cookies for Santa and the reindeers. They loved doing it and then laying them out on a plate with beer and milk before bedtime. This will definitely become a tradition for us now.
Desperate times.
