A new beginning

Well, that was a break and a half.

I really didn't mean to go wandering off like that but after two false starts that ended up in the black bin bag I had a bit of a wobble, a bit of a fallow period, combined with a (practically speaking) busy one.

Meaning running around to printers, to say nothing of folding, bagging and parcelling up cards and prints (I'm not getting any better around brown paper and sticky tape) in generally being in production line mode. 

And other stuff ...

I think the fact that I was so happy with the way my jilted lady turned out had something to do with my hiatus too. It was almost exactly what I had in my head. To paraphrase somebody or other, "I don't know if it's any good but it's what I had in mind." Some pictures are just like that. You go "yes, that's it," (or at least as close as possible) and feel relieved. And don't feel there's something missing and have to worry at it.

But then comes the inevitable "follow that" moment ...

 

Anyway, I'm back.

And happily in the midst of a new collage involving this London town house:

 and this chap:

Of which and whom I will write more in my next post. In the meantime I have a little matter of its 13 Georgian windows to sort out.

 

As for Harriet, my jilted lady, she is even as I type on her way to a home on the other side of the Atlantic.