Well. This year has been a bit of a bugger really.
I’m learning to walk again after my hip injury, but for any time outside I need my Thundertank (my niece is trying to find out how we can stencil Cheetara on the back of my chair, just because Cheetara is awesome).
Two friends who I loved were taken by cancer – and another just died suddenly. At least DEATH is kind in the Discworld novels, but in real life… well. Not so much. I certainly don’t see Death in this world adopting children or declaring that cats are nice.
It really hasn’t been a good year. How can it be a good year when you’ve spent most of it horribly injured and stuck in bed?
I’m lucky to have a husband who loves me enough to take time off work while I needed him. Some hip patients have nobody, and that makes me sad. Everybody should have someone to care for them, even if it isn’t a romantic relationship. Everybody deserves that.
I have had something to cheer me up though. Dom met an art student on his bus to work. She was talking to a friend about future projects, I think (I really don’t know), and so Dom stepped in and asked if she wanted to draw tarantulas. Once he gave her some photographs she was all over it, and she loves my spiders!
Here’s her work on my spiders so far:
Her name is Pippa, and my tarantulas are her first commission. Her work is absolutely stunning, and I simply can’t thank Pippa enough for these beautiful portraits. The attention to detail is incredible – just look at Storm’s silky abdomen! We’re going to frame every single one.
Thank you so much, Pippa! If you ever want to come over and study some of the others so that you can draw them, I can guarantee a warm welcome and a cup of really good tea!