I've been continuing work on my wee house. The roof has been mossified and I spent today making little books.
I think the new place is going to be called The Story Tellers House. I can't wait to see where it takes me :)
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Morphine and Progress
I haven't been feeling too awful but last night those damned stones reared their ugly heads and I gave in and took some morphine. My mum is terrified that I'll now become a prescription drug addict.
I've been continuing work on my wee house. The roof has been mossified and I spent today making little books.
I've been continuing work on my wee house. The roof has been mossified and I spent today making little books.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Stones, Deals & Progress
Long story short, I woke the husband, packed the kid in the car and went to the ER at 1am last night. Apparently it wasn't some alien life form about to explode out my left side, it was kidney stones.
The doctor assured me I'd live since it didn't seem like I was in too much distress. He likened passing a stone to giving birth. I told him I'd given birth before and that's very nearly what I was feeling like 30 minutes prior.
Can I just say, I HATE it when men compare pain to childbirth. How the hell would they know? Buggers. And why to dr's assume you're fairly fine and dandy if you're not rolling around in agony? Some of us deal with pain differently.
Anywho, on to better things.
I think it'll be rather cute when it's finished but I must admit, the teeny weeny scale of this particular house isn't as enjoyable as the very first houses I worked on. While the tinier stuff may be more impressive visually, the larger, more spacious ones are so free and airy, and a joy to work on.
Off to continue work on the house and let those lovely little pain pills kick in.
Damned stones.
The doctor assured me I'd live since it didn't seem like I was in too much distress. He likened passing a stone to giving birth. I told him I'd given birth before and that's very nearly what I was feeling like 30 minutes prior.
Can I just say, I HATE it when men compare pain to childbirth. How the hell would they know? Buggers. And why to dr's assume you're fairly fine and dandy if you're not rolling around in agony? Some of us deal with pain differently.
Anywho, on to better things.
Yesterday we ran some errands and I crammed in some supply shopping. I managed a couple of pretty great finds...
The wooden spice rack in the back was $5.99 which is a bit more than I would normally pay (because I'm a cheap bastard) but it's just such a great size measuring 16" across closed and 32" open. And aren't those cut out bits fabulous? Sort of a Moroccan feel to them. I'm going to turn that baby into another shrine.
And what's that in front of the shrine? Paper cement for an absolute steal!
From the directions and description I'm assuming this is just rubber cement. I've been in dire need of the stuff for months but haven't seen it... or refused to pay $17.99 for it (cheap bastard, see above).
Lastly, I've been working hard on another little house. Here's the progress so far...
I think it'll be rather cute when it's finished but I must admit, the teeny weeny scale of this particular house isn't as enjoyable as the very first houses I worked on. While the tinier stuff may be more impressive visually, the larger, more spacious ones are so free and airy, and a joy to work on.
Off to continue work on the house and let those lovely little pain pills kick in.
Damned stones.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
The Kindness of Strangers (or why older ladies are the bees knees)
We participated in an art show this weekend and I dragged along the Stargazers Cottage.
One of my very favourite things about this piece is that prompts people, especially ladies of a certain generation, to share childhood stories and memories. It's such a gift to hear these fabulous gals talk about craft and imaginative play.
One lady told me about how envious she was of her friend's doll house. She described the huge thing and said she remembered that it even had electricity. As a child she was quite certain that her friend must have been very, very wealthy to have such a grand dollhouse. Another dear sweet lady shared her memories of her mothers crafting, about the dollhouse and playthings she had as a girl, and about the arts taught in schools in Nazi Germany. Still another told me about her homemade doll house made out of two cigar boxes.
When I arrived on Sunday the last lady approached me with a plastic bag in hand. She had dug through her basement and found that cigar box house! It had obviously been well loved. The roof was missing, as were the doorknobs, but I ooh'ed and ahh'ed all over it. She told me it had been made in 1943 by her aunt. Many of the little bits of furniture had been lost over the years but there were still a few items inside. Couches and beds made from matchboxes and covered with little bits of fabric.
She mentioned that her children probably wouldn't be interested in the house and that it might very well end up in the bin. *gasps!*
Would you consider a trade for it?
A town in a tea cup perhaps?
Then again, anything at all!
Just please think about it.
Consider it.
If you can part with it, come back and you can pick something out!
She must have thought I was a little bit of a nut really.
Not five minutes later she was back and said I could have it. Have it! My mum was there and told her it was going to a very good home. I literally hugged the wee thing and vowed to love it forever and ever.
It was the absolute kindest gesture. I don't think that lady knows just how much I'll treasure that little place. It is one of my very most favourite things in the whole wide world right now :)
One of my very favourite things about this piece is that prompts people, especially ladies of a certain generation, to share childhood stories and memories. It's such a gift to hear these fabulous gals talk about craft and imaginative play.
One lady told me about how envious she was of her friend's doll house. She described the huge thing and said she remembered that it even had electricity. As a child she was quite certain that her friend must have been very, very wealthy to have such a grand dollhouse. Another dear sweet lady shared her memories of her mothers crafting, about the dollhouse and playthings she had as a girl, and about the arts taught in schools in Nazi Germany. Still another told me about her homemade doll house made out of two cigar boxes.
When I arrived on Sunday the last lady approached me with a plastic bag in hand. She had dug through her basement and found that cigar box house! It had obviously been well loved. The roof was missing, as were the doorknobs, but I ooh'ed and ahh'ed all over it. She told me it had been made in 1943 by her aunt. Many of the little bits of furniture had been lost over the years but there were still a few items inside. Couches and beds made from matchboxes and covered with little bits of fabric.
She mentioned that her children probably wouldn't be interested in the house and that it might very well end up in the bin. *gasps!*
Would you consider a trade for it?
A town in a tea cup perhaps?
Then again, anything at all!
Just please think about it.
Consider it.
If you can part with it, come back and you can pick something out!
She must have thought I was a little bit of a nut really.
Not five minutes later she was back and said I could have it. Have it! My mum was there and told her it was going to a very good home. I literally hugged the wee thing and vowed to love it forever and ever.
It was the absolute kindest gesture. I don't think that lady knows just how much I'll treasure that little place. It is one of my very most favourite things in the whole wide world right now :)
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Airy Fairy Shadowboxes
Finished up some more work last night for this weekend's art show. I really wish the sun was shining today so that I could get some better photos. On the other hand, those shining rays just might distract me from the housework (that has already been neglected) in preparation for Mamma Knickertwist to arrive.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
... One more thing, mandrake roots
One of the 'others' I put in the Potter package was a wee paperclay mandrake root.
Since this fellow I've made some more out of polyclay which are rather more grumpy, but lovely all the same :)
Some of these fellows are available in my etsy shop in the dolls and figures section
The muggle post has landed = Potter Goodness
My partner in the Back to Hogwarts swap at craftster has received so I can post the Potter themed goodies I've been waiting to show off. The challenge? Make Potter themed items based on your partners favourite house, class and shop.
One of my favourite things was this little shop display. It's made from a dollar store key cubby. (Thank the gods for the dollar store). All of the tiny labels are spell ingredients used in the Potter books.
One of my favourite things was this little shop display. It's made from a dollar store key cubby. (Thank the gods for the dollar store). All of the tiny labels are spell ingredients used in the Potter books.
The penny on the counter is for size. It's not a giant galleon.
Then crochet Gryffindor slippers! These look way better on.
Here's the whole lot (minus the books). There were a few other things that went in the package, I went a little overboard, but I just had so much fun making stuff!
Huzzah for Harry Potter!
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
It's done!
I was up until 4 am working on this last night. Time just sort of stood still and I couldn't stop :) After being stuck on what exactly was going on the inside, doing and redoing it again a few times, I'm really, really happy with how this has turned out. It makes my heart glad.
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