So somehow this Thanksgiving fetish got to such a point that I started to covet some Spode china, in the harvest-y Woodland pattern. I know, the design hasn't changed since 1828. It's got floofetty scrolly shit all around the edges. It would make Norman Rockwell run away screaming (actually, that's not such a bad thing). But my Thanksgiving obsession was such that I actually coveted some of this stuff, to use in serving up future imaginary Thanksgiving dinners. I got to the point of shopping for it on the interwebs, going back and forth between the Spode site and places like AnOfferYouCantRefuse.com. The pricey prices didn't even faze me. I was on the verge of making a tacky Christmas list of nothing but Spode china. And then I was stopped dead in my tracks by... oh, the horror. The Spode Thomas Kinkade collection. Spode has teamed up with the Painter of Light (aka Hobbits on Acid) to create a fine... giftware... bleargh. Check it out for yourselves:
Oh, Spode. Have you no pride left at all? Well, the upside is that it totally put me off my appetite for the Woodland stuff. Call me a snob, but one degree of separation from Thomas Kinkade is just not enough.
I'm in Chicago. The weather is gorgeous. I'd forgotten how much I liked it here. I'm having a good time.
Inspired by melydia and katcolorado, I just bought a copy of The Artist's Way. Aside from dabbling in piano, writing and drawing, I have no special claim to being an artist, but this thing looks awfully interesting. I've started on the Morning Pages already, and I think I might have to do the whole thing.