Monday, 8 February 2016

Bear Folk

Visits to blogland have been fleeting, I’m afraid.
Personal ups and downs, home renovations and making bear folk have consumed my days.
Where did January slip away to?

I recently set up an Instagram account where I put up photos of my characters, and am humbled at the wonderful comments they’re getting. Who’d have thought?...

They have been very well received, and I’m so very glad that my departure from ceramics has not left a huge creative hole in me.
I will also be opening an online shop soon.

My craft is my only income, and as I will be attending fewer markets from now on, I am hoping that interest generated will lead to people loving my characters from near and far, and will want to adopt them into their hearts and their homes.

Already, sweet Madeleine has gone to a wonderful family in Western Australia.


And one of my recent creations - a bunny named Alfie - sold soon after I put up a photo of him the other day.
He will be flying to a lovely lady in Queensland.
I have seen photos of her beautiful country property, and images of wild hares in the field from her kitchen window.
So, I’m sure wee Alfie will be waving hello to his distant kin from time to time. I just hope he doesn’t want to join them in the wilderness.
But, I think the thought of drinking tea from rose patterned teacups, and a bite of cake now and then, will entice him to stay… he already has a sweet tooth, as you can see from the photo I took the day after after I made him.


Caught with his little paw in a bag of chocolates. "Taste testing" he told me…
What a cheeky boy he is  :)

My days are spent working towards the coming Easter market - the last one for me this year.
Perhaps I will attend at Christmas. But, as we will we preparing our house for sale later this year, frenetic market making may not be on the cards.

Wishing you all well, and I'll be sure to drop by and visit your blogs very soon.
I've missed you.

Friday, 15 January 2016

Farewell Alan Rickman

A man of great presence on stage and screen.
Outstanding, charismatic talent with a distinctive voice like rich, liquid honey.
Another legend gone at 69.
Too soon.
He will be missed.

Monday, 11 January 2016

Rest in Peace, David

There’s a starman waiting in the sky for you.
Ashes to ashes, stardust to stardust.
You’ll be a hero, forever and ever.....

Thursday, 31 December 2015

it's nearly time...

... to draw a veil over 2015 and welcome in 2016.

Here’s to fresh starts and bright beginnings.
Safe journeys and wonderful new ventures.
To good health and contented hearts.
Peace in our homes and throughout the world.

As the time draws near, I wish you a...

Happy New Year!

Much love to all my very dear blog friends ~ may this coming year treat you and your loved ones very well.


Thursday, 24 December 2015

'Tis the Season

Warm, wonderfully bright blessings everyone!

I wish you and your loved ones - furbabes included - a safe festive season filled with peace, love, joy and laughter, for such are the important things that create wonderful memories and are the best presents of all.


Sunday, 6 December 2015

adversity and diversity

Phew! The big Christmas Art Market has come and gone.  And, after averaging three hours sleep per night for the past couple of weeks to meet the deadline, I can now get some quality snooze time.  Hopefully.

Lately, I've been working towards change.

This was the final time I would sell my ceramics.
For quite some time, anyway. One can never really say, "never".

Earlier this year, I developed a chronic lung condition which was, I believe, attributed to working with clay and glazes - especially as no other determining factors were involved.
Many ceramic/pottery materials can present serious health problems if/when used in less than ideal environments, and contain irritants – too many to list – with varying levels of toxicity which can impair lung function… temporarily or permanently.
My lungs have always been the “weakest” part of an otherwise strong body, so upon reflection, I’m not surprised that they were compromised, and it was most evident after glazing sessions.
Other people can work with clay and associated materials for their whole lives without ill effects, but for me, the stricture and shortness of breath, continual watery gurgle and deep, upper chest pain on inhale were definite warning signs.
As a result, I’ve struggled with impaired breathing for most of this year.
Some days, I couldn’t manage the short walk to the letterbox and back without wheezing like a seventy five year old smoker with emphysema.
Going on outings, which required walking any distance, was dependent on how I felt on the day... although, let's face it, roses and chocolate are a very enticing reason to get out of the house :)

Months of dreading lying in bed due to the pain, whistling and persistent coughing, left me exhausted, distressed and depressed.
I knew I was in trouble.
Stern advice from doctors to cease, or put on hold, my “occupation”, had to be accepted - grudgingly.
And, I’m not good at capitulation on someone else’s terms…

Gradual wrapping up of an art I thoroughly enjoyed, and also made money from, weighed heavily on my heart these past months.
But, the inability to breathe without restriction scared me more.
The removal of irritant materials has seen an improvement. Although, I’m not out of the woods yet. My lungs are still compromised – with good days and bad.
I know that healing is going to take time. And, healing with herbs is a much longer route to take – but, I firmly believe, is the better one for myself, rather than relying on harsh pharmaceuticals. It’s my choice to make.

In the meantime, I’ve been so incredibly grateful that I am able to transition from one artists medium to another. And, still work in 3D.
The ability to use my hands to mould and shape is what had me giddy when I set out with ceramics, and I despaired at the potential future lack of motility.
Artists gotta make…

Although, textiles - furry or otherwise - is a completely different “animal”.
The challenge to cut, sew and successfully stuff something which doesn’t end up looking like a mis-shapen blob monster, has been a trial.
Many trials.
Many mistakes.
Growing piles of grotesque prototype heads filled the corner of my sewing room – now studio.

It’s all in the pattern. Get that first step wrong, and the final result could have you howling in tears of frustration.
And it did.
On many occasions.
Because I chose to design my own characters, and not work from someone else’s pattern.
Typical for me. Always the hard path, not the one of least resistance.
But, more rewarding in the long run.

When I posted about Neil Gaiman’s quote on making mistakes in January, I really didn’t know I was headed down a diverse road paved with tactile, soft, furry fabrics, and away from clay.
But, when I look at my creatures, as they cheekily stare back at me from their shelf, awaiting final flourishes, my heart melts. And I’m converted. Eager to explore the possibilities.

Seriously, if anyone had said to me five years ago, that I would be making teddy bears - albeit in a unique vintage style for adult collectors only, rather than the typical stare-eyed, ubiquitous, furred childrens' toy - I would’ve laughed until my stomach hurt.
It really didn't seem like something I was at all interested in.


It’s full of challenges.

And change.

Copper, Madeleine and George

Tuesday, 1 December 2015

Tuesday, 17 November 2015

Lost and Found

World weary, yet wise, from a life long lived.
Sporting threadbare patches from years of cradling hugs and comforting strokes when woken from bad dreams in the middle of the night.
Ears, tattered and torn, have kept many secrets whispered into them.
Silent tears absorbed by his now faded fur.
Worn seams, carefully stitched so as not to lose his fortitude… and his stuffing.
That knowing look - still there, long after the shiny twinkle has gone from his old boot button eyes.

Outgrown. Abandoned. A childhood relic, relegated to memory.
Consigned to an old hat box, placed within a wooden chest and stored in a cobwebbed corner.
Waiting. In the dark.
To one day be brought out into the light - and into the arms of another.
Touching the heart of the inner child.

Friends forever.


Introducing 'Hugo' ~ my latest creation.

More on his charming self, and others, coming up...

Saturday, 14 November 2015

Thinking of Paris

Shockingly sad news.
Our hearts go out to the victims and their loved ones.
Sending energies of healing and strength in this time of deep, dark sorrow.

Wednesday, 11 November 2015

For all...

...who lost their lives.
On all sides.
In all wars.