We had our end of year crit the other week
I didn't go to art school so I've never had one before but technically, I don't think it was a crit in the true sense of the word.
There wasn't any sitting around, defending your work while everyone else slagged it off and then finding a poetic corner to weep in afterwards (though there were a few late nights in getting it all ready)
It was more like a mini exhibition of everything the creative team have produced in the last year.
It's only when you print it all out, set up several computers to display all the digital content and stick everything up on the wall that you realise what you've been doing for the last 48 weeks.
From our packaging, all our digital content and our new book
Through to all the great stuff we've done with our kids' range
All the other stuff like The Big Knit
And the little innocent touches
We had it all in one room, on display for everyone to see.
People came along
They looked, they listened and had a read of everything
Stroked their chins, quaffed champagne and savoured a few canapes (if you can pass off rollmops as canapes)
Creative attire was compulsory
And it went down so well that we've been asked to set it all up again for our company meeting at the end of December.
It's good to reflect sometimes.
As my old music teacher Mr. Hamilton used to say, if you don't blow your own trumpet, you'll never get a place in orchestra.