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Thank Goodness For Dottie Angel.

Help. Have just spent way too many hours on an unsuccessful painting - a self portrait for tonights class. I don't think there are enough hours in the world to save this one. I can barely stand to be in the same room as it let alone post it up here. I honestly don't think I have ever been so mortified by a piece of work and it's not just because I painted myself with Soccer Mum arms. I keep going away and coming back to it in the hope it's not that bad (some times that happens doesn't it?) Nope. Still bad. Doesn't help either that I've let the house fall into dissarray in the meantime. Sigh.
Will post a couple of lovely photo from Dottie Angel to cheer myself up!

Crush On Yellow Continues Unabated.

This week in continued devotion to yellow I have:

Bought a great Elk bracelet up at our local florist ....

...sprayed an old mirror yellow and hung it up in the hall...

...drank from my favourite glass, a gift from friend Jodie...

...wished badly for a wall done in this flocked wallpaper! [source]

Erica Tanov.

Whenever I find something on the web and fall head over heels in love with it it's always so hard to chose which pics to put up here. I want them all. Like with designer Erica Tanov whose clothes are so lovely. But much credit to the photographer Erica Shires. Look at the way the green in that coat  picks out the green moss on the wall behind. Such inspiring colours. The olivey greens and the bright orangey reds.... And those green leather knee high boots...Drool...

Amateur Self Portrait.

Here is a very amateur self portrait. Myself and the other students were given some charcoal, twenty minutes and a mirror and asked to do our most accurate attempt. Despite all it's flaws I wasn't unhapy with this effort but it is hard to say whether it looks like me. Am I really that stern looking (a boy at high school once described me as having angry eyes)? Feel free to give your opinion. I have had some already. From my partner "You've made yourself look Eastern European / Were you meant to do a caricature?" to my Eleven year old "Wow Mum, you really got your glasses". One things for sure: in my next self portrait I will be trying to bring out my inner Glamourpuss and Party Girl. Watch out for that one.

The next exercise we were given were self portraits again but listening to some 'evocative' music. We had to draw really quickly and freely, without thinking much and then start another. And then another. I think I ended up doing eight. The ide…

Learn To Sew Project: Bag No. 4.

This is the final bag I have to show in the whole getting comfortable with a sewing machine endeavour. It is also the one I have struggled with the most. It started out as just sewing a little T shirt with the most beautiful but fragile coral pink raw silk. Having done that I felt obliged to build a design around it. (I really need to get over that!). It must have had something going for it because my daughter claimed it for herself before it was finnished (on spec you might say) but truly I  think it's the little cat buttons which make it (found here on etsy). That and the gorgeous fabrics used. All linen, lined with the most beautiful rose (I just couldn't capture the colours well enough with the photo) and an olive polka dot wool for the backing.

Learning to Draw.

A few weeks in now with the studying and loving it. The fundamentals of drawing and design are being covered and we are expected to keep a visual diary in which we regularly sketch away practising at what we've learnt. So that I don't inadvertently and frivolously doodle away with girls in fun outfitsand find myself at the end of the year with a sketchbook full of them (How Embarrassing) I force myself to attempt interesting and challenging subjects and then reward myself trying pics from Vogue!

Here are my first real efforts of the year. Have decided to brave public scrutiny as I personally find shame to be a fine teacher and excellent motivator. Joking. More like hoping to share here the learning process and with any luck - and lots of hard work - prove (to myself at least) that drawing is something which can be learnt. After all that is what they say....

A couple of years ago I just despaired of my drawing. I had always been the 'good' drawer at school but then don…

Christina Romeo.

I found these mixed media artworks on etsy by Christina Romeo and I think they are lovely. Not only do they feature the yellow I'm crazy about at the moment but I love the fine pencil work in the faces and the combination of machine stitching with hand stitching. Art and craft. She also has a blog if you would like to see more.

Favourite cushions.

My favourite corner of the house at the moment. My beloved red lounge with a Roddy and Ginger cushion and the puffy red cushion I inherited from my grandmother (which always fascinated me when I was little - so typically fifties!). Feel a bit of  a virus coming on so just veged here this morning looking out the window...

Vintage Duds For Little Dudes.

This is what you might be wearing if you were a little dude in 1960s England off to church on a Sunday morning. You would need to team it with a buttoned up shirt off course and some very long socks to stay warm. Possibly even a smart cap. More clearing out of Grandma's house has unearthed this little suit that belonged to my partner when he was the same age. Do you think I can coax him into wearing it for Grandma's 90th birthday party???

Death by Drone.

Here is a crazy/cool/funny site. Death by Drone consists of two illustrator/designer friends Tiff and Deb whose wild illustrations adorn their fashion creations. Despite their illustration subjects (dark/humorous allusion to decay, vomit, crooked trees, folklore, babies being trampled by unicorns....)  the clothes are absolutely beautiful. Check them out. Above image from Frankie.

Warning: Disturbing Vintage Themes.

With my mother in law down scaling her possessions to move into a smaller place I was recently the lucky recipient of some vintage children's books. This one of the Pied Piper (1961 I think) particularly appealed. As a child I would have spent hours poring over these illustrations, the black and white more graphic ones appealling the most.
Knowing my youngest had never heard this story before I  grabbed him aside so we could enjoy the book together. I few moments in I remembered the upsetting ending (warning: themes of child abduction and disabled children  being labelled with politically incorrect terms coming up). But we soldiered on and when it came to the Pied Piper luring the town's children away to ensconse them inside a mountain - and then a "lame" boy being left behind - he didn't bat an eyelid. I personally remember finding it  more than just a little unsettling. But which message to leave him with? Always pay the piper (and keep your promise)? Or never go…