WHEN I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all the day.
And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;
And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.
I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Change the 'leaden soldiers' to 'little brushpens and 'among the bedclothes' to 'around the pages' and you have, sort of, MY land of counterpane for today. I caught a wicked cold from the under 3' crowd around here, since I could NOT resist kissing them and hugging their little germ-spewing selves. Soggy and sneezy, I lay abed, having strewn a bunch of random art supplies and a new journal on the counterpane, and played and brainstormed for a while. This is a foretaste of the year to come. I'm going to let go and explore for a while and not worry for now about great polish and finish. I'll tell more on New Year's Eve about my plan for 2011, so come back, if you'd like, and see what'll be up!