I have been saving a few little vintage finds to show you for Easter. They were all found at different times in local thrift shops for a couple of dollars. Along with a child’s cup, bunny salt shaker and the sweetest little cup and saucer beaded jug cover, you can see a little edible nest. I made these nests with the lovely group of women with intellectual disabilities that I teach. The nests are not my original idea, I can’t remember where I first saw them. They are just like the chocolate spiders I’m sure you’ve seen before. Simply melt white chocolate and mix with a packet of dried fried noodles. Spoon into a patty pan and make an indentation in the middle with your finger. When hardened, pop in a couple of mini eggs or a little chicken and then enjoy. I wish for you all, a happy and safe Easter holiday, wherever you are.
A raucous bunch have been hanging around my local park. This is a group I’m always pleased to see though. I knew they had arrived from the overhead screeching that shattered the peaceful afternoon. The Galahs were back in town.
I’ve written about these beautiful funny birds before. You can read more about them here:
One of the most exciting things that happened when I started selling my paintings, was getting a commission. A lovely woman had seen my paintings in a local café and asked if I would paint ten small canvases with different owls on them. They were for her school friends who were turning fifty that year. We met for coffee and she described each friend and we chose colours and expressions for them based on their personalities. Some had to have sparkly eyes, one a very gentle expression and, from memory, there was a grumpy one too.
Recently, I was asked by the same woman, to paint a family of three owls as a gift for a yet to be born, long awaited baby.
You haven’t heard from me for a little while, I’ve been in a bit of a hermit mood. I’ve got a few things on my mind, nothing too terrible, just things to work through. Creating is the best way for me to deal with this, it soothes my soul and brings me peace.
It’s been a bit of a koala making festival lately. The dining room table is in a mess, littered with ric rac, lace and other vintage trims. Buttons, embroidery threads, pins and needles, scraps of blankets lie around. It’s time to tidy up though, I’m ready to paint a commission I’ve had, for a yet to be born baby. For painting ideas, I need a clean, tidy space for ideas to flow. Once I’ve finished that, I’m going to start making a rusty fox from an old chenille blanket, that I have been wanting to make, for a certain lovely blogging friend. Yes Poppy Tump, that is you.
I challenge you not to smile at my latest thrift shop find. I couldn’t believe my eyes, when I saw this flower faced doily, smiling up at me from a pile of linen. It’s very kitsch with its bright, happy 50′s colours. I like to imagine who made it, putting so much care into their work. This is one doily, I shall definitely not be chopping up, to use in other creations. In fact, I’m tempted to frame it.
Last week I had a horrible art session with my group of disengaged teenagers. It’s too ghastly for me to look back on and give you the details, lets just say, they were very, very hard work, and, well yes, disengaged. I felt so grumpy afterwards that I couldn’t eat lunch, just chocolate and a strong coffee.
Usually, I turn to my painting when I want to escape and go to a happier place. I haven’t been able to paint lately and I’ve realised it’s because I’ve lost my alone time at home. At the moment I have my six-foot three-inch teenage son at home waiting to start university. He’s lovely, it’s just that I can’t seem to get in a state of flow with others around. There’s the sound of the television, a large lounging presence, constant pinging of text messages, music I would perhaps not choose, and frequent kitchen raids accompanied by sighs and comments that there is nothing to eat….
Next week though, he starts university and I will have my two days at home of peace. Hopefully, I will have something new to show you then. Until then, here is a little owl painting that I did last year.
As a little girl, I once got to pat a baby elephant. I can still remember being astonished, that it was covered in long, fine, straight hairs. Beautiful like all babies, it entered my heart.
Here are my little elephant brooches, made from a vintage wool blanket and of course, I managed to sneak on a button and scrap of doily.