Falling off her perch

Did you wonder if Winter Owls had fallen off her perch?

Well, she did for a while, she moved from a pretty 1920’s weatherboard in the suburbs , to an apartment in an Art Deco converted silk spinning mill, in the inner city, just above the Yarra River. Her family, naughty dog and goldfish came with her.

She had to cull lots of treasure (a.k.a clutter) and was still faced with this when she moved in:

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90 boxes to unpack. Eeekk!

She has had lots of fun decorating with things like this:

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Sky planters swing from the heating pipe three metres up. Quite a challenging exercise to get them up there…

Most of all though, she has fallen in love with this, just a minutes walk away:

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The Yarra River, flowing through Melbourne’s heart.

See you all very soon,

Jen x

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Hello there

I have been away from this little blog for a while but I have been busy living. I hope you have been well and happy and I’m looking forward to seeing what you’ve been up to.

Last year saw lots of changes in my life and I lost my creative spark. Well, it’s back. I have so much to show you and tell you. First, I was lucky enough to have a much needed holiday in Fiji. This is the painting I did after that holiday. When I look at it I can smell coconuts, frangipani and the warm sea breeze…

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Coconuts, Frangipani and a warm sea breeze

Fiji Time 75 dpi for etsy

Fiji Time

 

A mess of buttons

After showing you my organised cupboard last week, I find myself in a mess of buttons, threads and doilies. The table is covered with little hills of vintage purple, gold, blue, cream, white and red buttons. Fine velvet ribbons curl around each other and doilies lie piled up like pancakes. This is my favourite part of the creative process. I sort and swap, arrange and shift, pick up and put down. When finally I’m happy, I start to stitch.

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An upcycled doily, with velvet ribbon and vintage buttons,

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turns into,

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a lovely little necklace. Available in Winter Owls Shop.

Spelling Tuesday

“He respects owl, because you can’t help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn’t spell it right.”

A.A.Milne

Here’s to Tuesday, here’s to not being perfect, here’s to loving handmade and all its little quirks….

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Hand painted with love by Winter Owls.

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A white owl peeks from a vintage wool blanket bag.

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Original hand painted brooch available in Winter Owls Shop

I’m still here…

I’m still here but haven’t been posting or visiting you much lately. A very dear friend has passed and I feel a little numb. I want my blog to be an uplifting happy place to visit, so I’m going to take a little break for a few weeks. I leave you with a little woodland owl nestled against the lichen on my apple tree. See you soon….

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An owl commission

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.

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A family of three

A crafty mess

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.

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A koala making mess

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Claude the Koala

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Clara the Koala

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Clyde and his friends are available in Winter Owls Shop