Perhaps it was that PBS-rich diet of Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood I grew up on that causes me to be so excited about the boxes that arrive on my doorstep. You’d think Mr. McFeeley himself was my courier. (Truth be told, as much as Mr. Roger’s is the brunt of many-a-joke or Saturday Night Live sketch, I miss Fred Rogers and would love the innocence, kindness, and optimism that man embodied to pervade my neighborhood any day! He was a blessing and a mainstay of my childhood!)
While they don’t come accompanied by the cheery announcement of “Speedy delivery!”, most boxes that arrive marked “Sonnets Studios” are certainly a reason for cheer, because most often they contain artists’ samples! Opening them and seeing what’s inside is rather like a birth day, and not really because I liken it to opening presents at a birthday party, but rather I liken it to the day a baby is born. For truly, getting to see the things you imagined take physical shape is magical. Knowing that your creative babies are also being opened by storekeepers around the globe, to be swaddled and loved, and then hopefully to be adopted by a consumer (perhaps a wife or mom not unlike me!) who falls in love with them and MUST take them home….well, it’s really quite moving for those that made the artistic conception happen!
Depicted in the photos is our studio, drenched in the golden afternoon sun, bidding welcome to the pile-up of boxes. It’s been an especially exciting week of deliveries, I must say.
From top to bottom the deliveries include:
Greeting cards we designed for Graphique De France
Final lasers from Quarry Books of my upcoming release (Art Journals and Creative Healing) to be proofed and signed off on!
Scrapbooking kits we did for C.R. Gibson’s Markings division to be placed in big box stores
And last but not least- vases, frames, plaques, and votives from our first faith-based collection for DEMDACO (called As for Me)!
All of these companies are entities of such quality and reputation. I can’t tell you how grateful we feel to call ourselves licensing partners with each of them. I will try to give you more peeks of the CONTENTS of these boxes soon!
As a side note, I have to say that while I might be enthralled with these deliveries, Coolidge does not share my same sentiment. He is not at all happy about the rumble of the delivery truck approaching our home, or the intrusion of this belligerent person through our gate and onto our very property (what nerve!). Coolidge seems quite convicted that he has made himself entirely clear to these delivery people with ferocious barking on numerous occasions communicating that they are not welcome. And yet they still come back; this really perturbs him and makes him increasingly more upset. He is above their doggie-bone bribes; they seem to insult his intelligence. And even after the truck has left our curbside, he is quite suspicious of the foreign objects they leave behind. Perhaps in a different set of circumstances, he would have been a bomb-sniffing dog. He certainly shows the aptitude. But despite his vociferous nature he shows towards everyone else, he is just the dearest companion to me. It gives me a little internal chuckle, knowing that this tough-guy, alpha image is just a cover for the sweet softie that he really is.