However, it has been delivered and in his office since about 2:30pm this past afternoon. I asked the office secretary not to tell him who delivered or made it. Please keep it all anonymous, I requested. It seems I'm back to my hidden identity as a Secret Santa during off season. And, in the same vein, I promised myself that if I had kids I'd make sure each of them had an "UnBirthday" all of their own, courtesy of Lewis Carroll and Alice in Wonderland.
It took a little while to make and bake. Finally it is out of the over, cooled, boxed and delivered. The recipient will be overjoyed. I on the other hand am drained and listless. Separation Anxiety is usually what I call it. It happens with every painting and now, large or involved quilted items. Affectation to the hilt and I may be on my way to establishing a homunculus factory because I'm so attached. A stretch of reality, but a glide step by imagination.
If I can allow myself to rest, I'll be out till the weekend.
Meanwhile I'm tinkering on the radiation quilt, gearing hand embroidery for quilting.
I've got to ask a quilting professional about showing photos before the exhibition:What would be protocol and such. No toe stepping on this one.
Thinking positive.
Later.