Crunchy boots

Another day, another crunchy walk through the stubborn, hunkering snow. Gradually honing my clothing skills to the point that I found myself to be quite disappointed this evening upon returning home... warm. Ate some toasted Soreen loaf anyway, just as a nod to convention.

Tonight the Braidburn valley was really light again; yesterday I doubted my sanity walking there after nightfall, but the cloud was over again and reflecting the city lights onto the snow so that all was orange; slippy orange to be true, as the sledges are polishing the path a bit now...

Listening to Amazing Radio (the name, not my opinion) which is quite refreshing for its mix of new music, and definately an improvement on Stu's staple diet of Planet Rock. I think his midlife crisis started to kick in the moment we changed from Virgin breakfast show to Alice Cooper; the jury is still out as to which is preferable but I do get an awful lot of mileage out of laughing at rock lyrics of a morning. In Hanoi last year I found a hotel called the Hanoi Amazing Hotel and booked in, purely on the name. It was very good in a mad, Vietnamese way and we had a roof terrace looking over lots of other roof terraces over the old town, so I guess it earned its name.

Next week sees the opening of another show with my work represented; the Marchmont Gallery's winter show. Very pleased to see that the flyer and email feature a piece of my work, so I shall be forwarding that about the place. Hoping to get a few sales before Christmas and feeling totally gutted that the snow has hit at the exact time that the show opened at Ritchie's gallery, essentially wiping out all the promotion that I had been firing out, as I really can't see anyone going out of their way to do anything until the snow clears, which could be a long time..

But I guess the main thing is that from next Thursday I will be represented artistically in three shows; maybe something will sell and aid my Christmas funds, but in case all is hopeless I had better start painting little canvases to send out as presents. Plan B.

The question is, can I save the last piece of Soreen until Stu comes home and offer it to him in a devoted show of partnership, or will I cave in, eat it and make up some story about the cats eating it or throwing it inadvertantly in their litter tray....