No video again this week — I am still battling a runny nose, and weak. Eating has continued to be a problem. My appetite and sense of taste are ruined. I went from about 113.5lbs when I first fell ill two weeks ago, and weighed in at 107.9lbs yesterday. That is the lowest weight I have ever documented as an adult. (I may have been as small as 105lbs in 2003.) I was forced to miss a week of the gym and, coupled with not eating, have lost some of my hard-fought gains. I have been attempting to wean myself off Nyquil to sleep, and dealing with horrible insomnia. Years ago I became dependent on Benedryl to sleep, and it is like I never stopped. Sunday night I gave in, took the Nyquil, and slept for twelve hours straight. I need my energy and strength; there is too much to do! I am hoping to be back to normal by next weekend, because I wrote a little Christmas song, and I will be sad if I do not get to sing it.
Recently I was reminded, by my customer, of a five-year-old commission I had completely forgotten about, which is awful and embarrassing. It was from prior to my move to Minnesota, required an intimidating amount of skill, and I kept putting it off until I forgot about it — more than once. My organization leaves much to be desired, and as I mentioned in my previous post, I am currently sorting out three years of book-keeping. I refunded his money immediately. In the event that there is someone else I have forgotten, please email me all the relevant details. Please do not message me anything important or time-sensitive via Facebook. I receive hundreds of messages per week, and they are difficult to keep track of. I will do my best to make you whole as quickly as possible. Generally, I do not accept commissions, with few exceptions. Going forward, there will be no exceptions. I will only accept requests I like, with the option to buy the finished work before it is offered to the general audience. I decline 5-10 commission requests per week, and I have a substantial waiting list from the beginning of this year that I have not been able to touch. There are simply not enough hours between my day job and personal business to squeeze in additional work. And I prefer the monotony and stability of a day job over forcing myself to create art that I am not excited about.
I also now route all my sales transactions through Etsy, which makes it much harder for orders and shipping information to be misplaced or forgotten.
Most of my custom work comes via the sketch requests on my Patreon, which I enjoy, because they leave me free to follow my inspiration and choose the media, size, and style of the resulting work. No one is under any obligation to purchase the original work, and I have produced some really beautiful pieces (in my opinion) this year based on prompts. Check it out, if interested.
Socks for Steve and myself from our friend Lance.
Aside from being sick, I have had a pleasant holiday season so far. Steve and I exchanged presents with our friend Lance on Sunday, and Lance gifted me with my favourite thing — plain, tall socks. I also received the softest sweater ever and a ceramic Christmas tree from my wishlist. I know ceramic trees are the thing right now, but I have wanted one since they started cropping up in stores at least two or three years ago. This was closest in appearance to the one my mother had, in my memory, when I was a child. I loved to turn it on in an otherwise dark room — taking in the colour of the little plastic bulbs, and how the light reflected off the tree’s contours and glossy ceramic glaze. Hers was most likely broken or sold in a garage sale, eventually. I cried a bit when I pulled the new one from the box and plugged it in. I will never know what became of the mishmash of unmatched, heirloom, and handmade ornaments we used when I was small, but this opened a glowing window to the past.
At the beginning of November, I got to visit my friend Taya’s new baby, who is now about two months old. I have held babies before — but only a handful of times — and never long enough for one to fall asleep on me. Holding that tiny human in my arms was one of the best feelings ever, and I cannot wait until I am well enough to see them again. I will have Christmas cookies in tow!
The end of the year, of course, is always a time for self-reflection, and I have more to write about the lessons I learned and personal growth I achieved in 2018. That deserves its own post, though, so expect it later this week.