If you were to drop in for coffee today, this is where you would find me: hunched and focussed over my studio table. I would push the stray hair out of my eyes, tuck my pen behind my ears, shuffle my sketches into some semblance of order, and offer you a coffee. How do you like it? Milk? Sugar? Would you prefer a latte? We have a milk frother now…
So, here I am, wearing my Dad’s old hoodie, and my comfiest jeans. My hands are covered in ink. This is my studio uniform. The hoodie is the one my Dad wore whenever he was working at his desk: sorting through invoices, or planning the next season’s farm equipment sales. When he really needed to focus, he’d drape the hood over his head to cut out distraction, and now I do the same. When I wear this hoodie, I feel connected to him.
If you came for coffee I’d ask what your plans for the weekend are. Anything fun? I’m probably going to spend early mornings working, so that I can stay on track with my deadlines. Then spend the rest of the time having fun with my husband and daughter.
Tell me… how to do you like your coffee? What are your plans for the weekend?