This little flower sprite was for a baby dedication I was aiming for the type of flower sprite that could hide in the garden and appear to be a blossom so I thought petals for hair might work. When she was all finished Lani skips into the room, takes one look at her and asks, [...]

In the holidays the kids made a whole bunch of creative artworks

I have a confession I love doilies, I know, I know, how Little old lady of me. Mostly I just look at them, take them for a little walk around the shop then put them back.

Around about this time (sorry never been very good with dates) marks a momentous occasion. It was nowish last year that I gave up on living the life of a non practicing reclusive art freak and became a non practicing not so reclusive addicted to the internet art freak. You see, I just transitioned from [...]

The poor sewing machine is still in the hospital having his knob seen to, so it has taken me a little longer than the one night promised to finish this doll. The little girl who was in the car accident turned up for half a day today and collected the mountain of get well gifts off her desk.

All of you out there that had such faith in me, chose more carefully next time! The little knobby thing on the sewing machine that has something to do with tension (I empathise with how it feels) broke and so I have to sew it all by hand. So Lani is going to have to [...]

Lani’s little friend at school was injured in a car accident. The whole class made cards to send to her while she was in hospital. Then the next day in the car ride home Lani very seriously informs me that her teacher had mentioned, that if we wanted to we could think of our own [...]

Something went BUMP! How that bump made us jump! We looked, then we saw him step in on the mat. We looked, and we saw him! The Cat in the Hat!

School and I never really bonded. I did have some good times in primary school but I have since found out not many of them had anything to do with learning. It seems I became quite proficient at avoiding education. Most of my memories revolve around escaping class.