Thursday, 11 September 2008

Perchance to Dream

After rushing to have the Grand's cottage ready for an agreed date, mam getting sick, hospital trips, more bits and pieces to attend to at the cottage, unrelenting work at the machine shop and continuous housework, all I want to do is design the products I would like the Machinist to make for our lifestyle retail store, Metalsmithery.

Thoughts on a floor plan, decor, vignettes, the Metalsmithery cafe - haunt me. Continuously. Half way through loading the washing into the machine, I start to dream, chasing ideas by looking them up on the computer and getting lost in (even more) research. Eventually pegging out the washing, and passing through the rose arbour, I inspect its design and determine what can be changed for the creation of more, authentic, indoor and outdoor arbours. As I put the stash of commercial crockery through the dishwasher, I imagine each plate with a voluptuous piece of pie, partnered with a dollop of clotted cream. Vacuuming the carpets, I can almost 'taste' the dust which will be created when we use the commercial cement grinder to 'industrialise' the currently tiled gallery floor. Changing the bed sheets, I envision wrought iron beds with plasma-cut head and footboards, dressed with fine linen....

"I need you to type up a quote, Doll", the Machinist interrupts me, "and would you be able to pay the hardware account when you go into town later today?"

Did I plan on going into town today?

To go or not to go. That is the question.

Can you tell I need to let the creative juices flow a little?

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