I have problems with bedtime. I have trouble tucking myself in, resting, sleeping, ending the day.
I am most productive in the darkness, and I create in the lamplight, in the silent sleeping house. I dabble in cute and I add a touch of hazelnut. I feel compelled to share this with you my friends, this product of a half hour of quiet night.
(There is nothing better, in my opinion, than a baby who is covered in lunch singing in great earnest, a message of great importance. I have taken the liberty of adding subtitles for those who don’t speak baby. I know. Creative genius at work? I am subtitle-ing my home movies…).