When my sister is away, the house deteriorates – the dining table becomes an art studio, mugs fill with ink and brushes, test prints drift off the writing desk, and the counter is littered with cups of cumquat and rosella tea. She is coming back tomorrow morning so I’ve been doing dishes and making soup and banana bread and putting up new calendar pages:

Kitchen calendar continued

They are all direct sketches in whiteboard marker on A3 paper. July is the cup from my birthday thank-you cards. August is loose bunches of red flowers that trail over our fence in a green glass vase given away by the Taringa Baptist church. September is a surprisingly hardy flower from the back yard. I put 3 months up at a time on the cupboard doors, which makes it quite easy to direct guests in the kitchen: “Where are the plates?” “In May!”