…and so it begins

Blog Jan 2014

photo by David Bellemére via Marie Claire Italia

Happy New Year.

I hope that it is a wonderful one for you all.

I have recently stumbled upon a writer and her work resonates massively with me. Her name is Victoria Erickson and much of her work can be found here. I maybe late to the party (no change there then), but her work is really inspiring. I pinned this quote below and it has become my most pinned pin on my Pinterest Board “Write This Down”. I hope that some of them inspire you, and give you some inspiration for the coming year.

I don’t know what it is with words, text, lyrics and poetry. They move me…big time. Maybe because it’s a skill I don’t have.

victoria erikson

Victoria Erikson

Tomorrow I’m going to the beach, to get a dose of more magic. Have a great weekend.


In Praise Of The Home Made Wedding!

Last Thursday saw me spending quite a bit of my day up a ladder. My friend was getting married on the Saturday and I had been asked to help style the venue.


The venue in question was a barn, and through some clever use of wallpaper, lighting and well thought out props, a magical place for a wedding reception was created.



Graham and Brown wallpaper on the children#s table, ready to be doodled upon.



Bobbing for apples


The corsage I made myself, complete with an old brooch which belonged to my Nanna


The beautiful bride


Mt gorgeous friend had a magical day.


Look Up!


Wishing them all the love and happiness in the world.

Moving On Up


I have sat down to write this post at various times over the past two years ten months and there has never seemed a right time. I have always written from the heart and have lost my voice ( make that chosen not to write) a lot over the past couple of years.

In February of this year I got divorced.

There …said it.

It’s been a difficult time, and that’s all I’ll really say on the matter, but I felt like I wanted to get it off my chest. It’s had a huge impact on my life and is part of my story.

In a few weeks I will be moving out of the home where I have lived for the past sixteen years, and into a new house.

New beginnings…new stories to tell.

I’m in the midst of sorting through my belongings at the moment, and it’s taking ages to wade through all my junk. My artwork alone is a huge task. I am trying to be ruthless, but felt inspired by some little scraps which I found and they are the beginnings of a new piece of art. It began with this tag which I made a while ago…

Creating something will help me I think, and I wanted to celebrate all the lovely positives in my life, and the amazing friends I have around me.

Onwards and upwards!


“The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best of a good man’s life” Wordsworth

20:20 Print Exchange 2014

It’s that time of year again when I’m getting ready to submit my work for the 20:20 Print Exchange run by Hot Bed Press. I have been working
under the ever watchful eye of Denis at neoartists.

print studio

Rather than do solar plate etching again I opted to do a screen print on fabric, and experimented printing onto lots of different types of fabric. I ended up choosing to work with linen. You can read about my other 20;20 projects here and here.

fabrics for print

printing fabric

Soap On His Toothbrush


Hello, long time no see.

I’ve been inspired to blog, and hopefully may have regained my blogging mojo – who knows…

My mum and dad split up when I was five.

My brothers, who are a lot older than me, stayed with my dad and I was whisked away with my mum to live with her and her boyfriend.

I can’t remember crying.

I saw my dad every weekend. Life went on, but I was seriously not happy on some level.

My revenge was, I think, looking back, ingenious.

I put soap on my step dad’s toothbrush.

I remember, just before going to bed, rubbing it very gently on top of the bar of soap which was on the sink.

My bedroom was next to the bathroom, and I gleaned a certain amount of satisfaction hearing my step dad splutter and curse when he came to brush his teeth…I did it a couple more times and then it seemed to lose it’s impact and I stopped.

Five years old.

He and my mum have now been together for over 40 years and he is suffering from vascular dementia.

It’s heart breaking to see my mum slowly losing the man she loves. He has been a massive part of my life. The one who helped me get my first car, the one who used to pick me up from parties in the wee small hours of the morning so he knew I was safe, the one who sang daft songs and was generally such a sunny, happy man. He’s still there, but it’s intermittent.

Last week I started following someone on Twitter and he has set up http://1minutememory.com

It’s to raise awareness of dementia, which affects people of all ages.

Here is my one minute sketch. You don’t have to do a sketch you could take a photo, or write some poetry…a few words. It’s up to you.


Please join in.


Ho Ho Ho

I’ve used this picture before, sorry – it s a great picture and you know what they say if it ain’t broken…
My daft cat IN the Christmas tree, making mischief five minutes after I’ve decorated it.
This year she broke two of my favourite decorations ten minutes after the tree went up with her shenanigans.

Hope you have all had a wonderful day.

Merry Christmas xxx

Forwards Always

 As part of my arts for health and well being course, I have had to create a piece of art work, and then I have to describe how the process of making it has impacted on my well being.
At the beginning of this course I was in an extremely sad place, probably one of the lowest points in my life, that’s all I’ll say about it.
Initially when asked what I would create I was really vague. I said I would just embroider something, and the very nature of the stitch and sewing would provide me with lots of calming moments. I would focus on texture, colour, surfaces and enjoy the process.
It was safe.
I was dodging my feelings.
However, if I am an artist how can my true feelings fail to emerge – be seen, hold themselves up for the world to see? Surely that’s what my art is for?
To enable all the darker thoughts that drift into my head find release, and escape. To tell a part of my story.

Click on the pictures to enlarge.
What evolved was a mixed media piece.The wings are hand drawn on water colour paper then dipped in wax. They contain the words: love, acceptance, hope, friendship and trust. They are held on machine stitched wire.
 For me they represent my wonderful family and friends lifting me up, pulling me through…

The quote, by Emily Dickenson. I just happened upon, found written in an old sketch book.
 It’s perfect for this piece. Far more poetic than anything I could ever create visually.

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all, and sweetest in the gale is heard.”

Forwards always …

The Torch, The Jubilee and The Transit of Venus

Covent Garden
My friend’s yummy cake.
Busy week this week. Last weekend I visited my daughter In London. It was great to see all the preparations for the Queen’s Jubilee, and there was a definite buzz.

 Then on Friday morning the Olympic Torch passed through my home town. At about six twenty a.m. (how early!!). My friend and I took our boys – they might never get the opportunity to see that happen again.

  Sunday it was party time in the local village. It rained, but it didn’t dampen the spirits.

Randomly, today and tomorrow is also when the Transit of Venus occurs. This won’t happen again until 2117.  Hope you have all enjoyed the long weekend.