I'm sat typing this recovering from a very busy weekend indeed. Saturday was the third Christmas With The Impossimals event this time at the Evergreen Art Cafe in Daventry. The first time we had visited the gallery and we had a ball. From 11am-3pm we met not only the Christmas card competition winners but also plenty of collectors in fantastic surroundings, so a big thanks to Simon and Vicky for a great day and of course to all the collectors who came along on the day.
Getting home that night plunged us into a different world, one of darkness. Something we first noticed as we pulled onto the street; all the street lights were out as well all the houses. A power cut had plunged us back into the nineteenth century as we struggled with the concept of no heating, lighting or indeed X-Factor. Actually that last one was a blessing but we won't talk about my niggles with television program's at least not today.
If you had looked in our window around five thirty on Saturday you would have seen a scene from Charles Dickens. The both of us huddled around a candle in front of the gas fire, both wearing fingerless gloves, scarves and big coats. All it needed was a few top hats and a few sixpences to shuffle around and we would have looked like a pair of Fagin's plotting a stint of Christmas pickpocketing. It wasn't what I had in mind as an ending to a great day. It was further compounded with the electricity providers insistence to charge you for a phone call to find out how long it's going to be down. A weak electronic voice croaked 'give us an hour' before charging an extortionate amount to my bank balance to fund their Christmas party.
It seems even in times of need you will be charged for the inconvenience of being inconvenienced in a highly inconvenient way. Around a hour and a half later, just as we were getting used to the plummeting temperatures and finding our way around the house using our shins the power returned in an explosion of sight, sound and colour causing temporary blindness and allowing me to stumble upstairs in spectacular fashion. Unfortunately we found that returning back to the twenty first century X-Factor was still on as was Strictly and numerous other shows that seem to be permanently fixed in our brainless TV schedules. Needless to say the television remained off whilst we packed the boxes ready for another weekend event, a Foreverbunny Christmas.
At 5:30am Sunday morning we could be found getting ready for a pop up Foreverbunny stall at Cromford Mill in Derbyshire. It was to be very Christmassy, a small tent outside Arkwrights Cromford Mill that was host to a Christmas market complete with carols, Santa and of course reindeers. The reindeer above is called Jeff, he lives very saucily with two goats and is indeed as cute as be looks. From 9am onwards Jayne and myself had become stall holders and sent many a Foreverbunny on their way to their Foreverhomes until we packed it all away around 4pm until next weekend. Because next weekend is this...
The final Christmas With The Impossimals event, a massive appearance at the Original Art Shop in Trentham Gardens. These events at this time of year are always big and this is going to be no exception, it's not only the last event this year but our last event for a long time as we retire back into the studio and out of the galleries for a year, so this is really your last chance to witness one of the biggest gathering of Impossimals in one place, meet us both, find out all the stories behind the pieces and just what's happening in the Impossimal world for 2013. If you do get chance to come along to Trentham Gardens this weekend on Sunday 16th December between 12-3pm you won't only be treated to an excellent gallery stuffed full of Impossimals but also a fantastic shopping experience with oodles of places to buy all those Christmas presents.
Can't wait!
www.petersmithcollective.co.uk Home Of Foreverbunny and the Impossimals
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