Recording snippets of this family life is second nature. Usually it involves photos and drawing. At the beginning of 2010 I decided to set myself a personal goal, a small project that could span 365 consecutive days. I wanted to start drawing a little. It was an exercise in self discipline as much as anything. So every day for a year I made a small drawing in a sketchbook. There ended up being six books and they hold a year of memories and images and brief notes. I like how they sit in a pile and how the offspring leafs through them from time to time. It's nothing very clever but was just a fun thing to do.
Some are simply narrative and were drawn from photos we had taken that day. This pouch was the best baby blessing that I got for number 5 and this beach, at Coolum, is a favourite. She has never had a lot of hair.
Here is my preferred bit of a doll I made for Lala. I loved that fat button and felt pocket. (Button apologies to Anna).
We acquired a marvelous piano from a friend's 100 year old aunt. It was made in New York in the 1920's. I felt very privileged and relieved to get it as Fish was in love with his piano playing but had been learning on a dodgy keyboard. The others quite liked it too.
I visited my beautiful sister in Sydney and she took me on long awaited pilgrimages to Julie Patterson's 'Cloth' shop....
...and to the Dinosaur Designs seconds sale about this time last year. Her kids were learning Italian words for colours at the time.
In the same year that the tiny one snuggled in the pouch she was suddenly taking her first walk up the road to visit the lairy godmother. The handbag habit still remains.
Of course there were op shop bits and bobs, this one bought for me by my lovely brother on the Sunshine Coast.
This is a cryptic diagram that had something to do with a tree being cut down out the front.
This one looks cryptic too but is simply a drawing of the dentist's x-ray that showed Fishy's tooth was pushing out another one.
Sometimes I was so tired I would just draw what I saw from the slumped position on the couch. Those scribbly lines below are where I kept falling asleep and letting the pencil wander away on the page.
Often it was as mundane as what we had to eat that day. Similar stuff to blogging really though a bit less public.
One day I might show you some more. It was a good year.