Thursday, 11 September 2014

The Joy of a Car

Walking past the many parked cars at the school gates I noticed that there is a group of mums and dads who deliberately arrive early to pick up their children.

I too have fallen into this habit.

The reason is this; the car has become a sanctuary where I can listen to music, strap down little ones or even have a snooze.

It is no longer something that takes me about to different places, it is an office, a creche or a hobby room.

It is a magical metal machine that can transform this...

into calm tranquility...


You can of course treat your car in the manner it was designed for such as trips to the shops or visiting sick relatives but do bear in mind that, if you are a keen knitter for example, a car can alleviate the difficulties of wool worrying pets...


 and transform them into well behaved felines...


I should mention of course that cars are parked when renovated into your comfort zone. 

Do not attempt to drive whilst sleeping or knitting - it's not the done thing apparently.


Not a good start!

My littlest has started nursery for a few hours a week signalling the first time that I will have time to myself for years!

Not a Good Start:

In my head I envisioned myself cleaning the house from top to bottom and producing masterpieces of artistic wonder.

In reality, the dog weed on the conservatory floor, I had an argument with a neighbour and finished the morning off by falling in spectacular style on my front drive. Unfortunately I was carrying a bin bag of rubbish which split as I face planted into it.

Perhaps today will be a bit more productive and a little less humiliating.


Tuesday, 29 July 2014

A daft way to carry your shopping home

This is Ben the Boa who features in my children's book, 'Odd Witch'.
Here he is demonstrating a unique way of carrying the shopping home by swallowing the contents of the trolley and slithering down the street with it in his belly...

Can you guess what shopping he has today?

Monday, 28 July 2014

Tea and Contemplation

A little fairy enjoying a quiet moment of contemplation whilst enjoying a cup of tea.

This is my own fairy illustration in a collage of pretty handmade paper (I'm in love with patterned paper!)


Friday, 25 July 2014

Where is the time, where is the energy?

When do us domestic goddesses find time or indeed energy to read? I've heard women say that they read a book when their child faffs with their potty or whilst stirring the gravy.

Perhaps I should strap a book to my waist so that I can whip it out at a moment's notice.

Reading is a vital ingredient for my well being and yet it has been shelved for more essential activities such as eating and sleeping, things that I cannot go without apparently.

Reading is just the tip of the iceberg. When do I find the time to satisfy my passion for illustrating and writing? In fact time is not the only hindrance, lack of energy is also key.

I feel like a daily tea pot pouring out lovingly made succour to the little (and grown up) beings in my house, endlessly tipping up to imbibe my loved ones with whatever they need. I am happy to do so.

Unfortunately, when the moment arrives to indulge myself the tea pot is empty (I am a tea fanatic hence the analogy!) and instead of creating masterpieces or reading them I sit before the T.V. in a sort of limbo land between waking and sleeping.

My creative world is constructed on bits of paper as line drawings and random strings of words that I hope one day I will decipher as the wondrous masterpieces that I once conceived them to be.

Of course I will be a successful writer and illustrator one day, in the same manner that one day biscuits will not be a staple of my diet, I will step outside with both hair and make up done and will cook and serve a family meal without, at some point, hiding in the bathroom crying into a flannel.

Here's hoping...


A child's lovely description...

Whilst driving along today my little girl said, 'There's a noise on my feet,' she was describing pins and needles.

Friday, 11 July 2014

Creative time with my little girl

I am bursting with joy after parents evening.

Though Toddler Boy tipped up a huge box of train sets and pooed himself during our appointment I am pleased as punch to discover that my little Girlie Girl has inherited my love of drawing.

Her teacher said she loved Girlie Girl's pictures and could tell that she came from a 'language rich family', though between you and me, some of the the language can be a little too rich at times!

It inspired this little illustration...

 Drawing Time with Mum