The British Craft Trade Fair

Dear diary it has been a rather hectic week all in all.  Balancing the family dramas of normalcy and work does not ease regardless of how old, practiced or experienced one becomes.  As the tick of a clock marks the passage of time with monotonous regularity, the depths of my subconscious is equally pricked by an urgency; a cumbersome reminder that my journey continues without any physical effort from myself.  However, I shall continue to endure the imminent pressure of the deadline which, for me, is par for the course.

In August, somewhat rashly perhaps, I decided to exhibit my wares at the British Craft Trade Fair this coming April, and have been developing and refining my ideas for this event.  Being totally absorbed in the making process that my submission for their online catalogue had completely eluded me.  So began the onerous task of finding images and a narrative that portray Raganory within a specified word count, hence all the deadline drama.  The effort was made, the entry submitted and the panic swiftly set in.  Alas fait accompli, my dreams reside in the uncertainty of speculation and opinion.

An impromptu photoshoot was organized in my current workroom for the catalogue images, which hopefully illustrates the diversity of my craft.

A truly satisfying moment occurred midweek when all my industry resulted in a rather charming online catalogue page, none of which would be possible without the efforts, on my behalf, of the British Craft Trade Fair.

A view of my entry on the listings page.

My planned diary entry is scheduled later this week, which is the first instalment that details the making of a new doll Nancy. For now however, I’m off to work on a miniature bear.

Farewell, until next time.