If you've been procrastinating or mulling over a Fuggler order for a while, this is a 7 day warning: On Monday the 9th of March I'm going to stop taking Fuggler orders for a while.
The problem with ending up in a career you never planned is trying to steer it while it's gaining momentum, like abruptly waking up after a night on the tiles and realising you're halfway down a hill in a shopping trolley. I've accidentally turned myself into a one woman sweatshop, and I need a bit of space to plot new designs and ideas, and make changes to the way I work in order to stave off bills/DVT/the complete atrophy of social skills.
I want to shift away from making the same designs over and over, and spend some time creating unique, one off pieces.
I used to be a full time writer, and I miss it. My tardy new years resolution is to carve some time out of each day for writing again.
I want to do collaborations with people that haven't yet realised how poor my attention span is, and that working with me is like a task of Hercules, if Hercules had been tasked with herding cats instead of that weird venture everyone forgets where he had to clean a really poopy stable.
I want to have evenings off, and use them to watch movies where:
People wear cloaks and look like they'd smell of bonfires and leather and beard.
There's a normal creature that's grown to abnormal size
People younger than half of my wardrobe settle grudges through the medium of hip hop dance
Okay, so that's the plan. Abridged version is a shift towards more writing, more one off designs, reclaiming time for family, and VAGUE exciting new things on the horizon but a step away from being a one-woman factory.
Mrs McG x