Sunday, 9 November 2014
Sunday this and that . . .
I have to admit that one thing I did miss after joining the church was an occasional cup of tea . . . and by that I don't mean a tea bag in a mug with boiling water poured over it. I mean a nice cup of tea, in a china cup . . . poured in from a pot. I was never one to take sugar or milk in my tea . . .
I enjoy herbal infusions now . . . but sometimes long for a nice cup of Earl Grey or Constant Comment. Constant Comment was my favourite with it's warm spices and orange overtones . . .
Not drinking black tea however . . . doesn't mean I can't still enjoy the rituals that surround it . . . and this time of year when the days are fast becoming cold and dark . . . and the rain doth fall . . . teatime comes early at Casa de Rayner.
There is nothing quite so glorious as toasting your toes by the fire in late afternoon, blanket over your lap while your hands cup a steaming cup of herbal tea or otherwise . . . it's warmth curling up towards your face in steamy tendrils as you slowly sip . . .
There is something very ritualistic about tea in the late afternoon on a cold autumn day . . . it is comforting and kind . . . and there must be cakes of some sort, toasted or otherwise.
And gentle conversation . . . taking tea . . . it is an art and not to be rushed.
I found some time to create yesterday. I did this yesterday afternoon, and of course it is for sale. I still have not sold my last one either.
It does not really matter . . . it just means they get to live with me a bit longer. I don't know what is up with the licensing company which said they were taking me on. I uploaded all of my work to the site, but they still have not worked out a profile for me yet, or a portfolio and I am not mentioned in any of their artists lists . . . it's a bit disturbing. I did e-mail them twice over the past month. The first e-mail I enquired as to was there something else they needed from me. They responded that they were having a meeting at the end of the week and would get back to me. No response. So I e-mailed again and once more no response.
I am a bit worried as I signed a five year contract with them, which means I cannot license my work to anyone . . . nada . . . during that time. All licensing must go through them, and they get a commission on it . . . but they seem to have done nothing with my work at all as far as promoting it goes. So I am beginning to wonder if I have been had . . . not a nice feeling.
I can't afford to buy new supplies now, or to print out prints, etc. I have run out of business cards and the little stickers I put on the back of my cards and I cannot afford to buy new ones. Likewise the card supplies . . . and the paints. I am hoping that I will be able to afford to buy some new supplies in the new year. Fingers are crossed!
A thought to carry with you through today . . .
It's the little things of life that make it all worth while,
The gracious gesture quietly made, the unexpected smile.
The courteous act, the loving thought,
The kindliness that can't be bought.
Its the little things that prove the sort of folks we are,
What we say can charm or please, or it can hurt and jar.
It's the little things that test, and show us at our worst or best.
Baking in the English Kitchen today . . . Spiced Apple Croissants. These are fabulously delish! Simple to make as well!
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Have a very blessed Sabbath Day.