Friday, 31 October 2014

Thursday, 30 October 2014

Mrs Misfits and her Quest for a Halloween Costume

When Miss Perfect turned up at hometime sporting a large zip up bag containing her halloween costume, Mrs Misfit started to panic. The Halloween party was due to start in under 2 hours and until this point Mrs Misfit had no idea that grown ups were expected to dress up.

She turned to fellow parents and said, 'well, it's all a bit of fun...isn't it?'
Mr Gibson proceeded to announce in detail the lengths he had gone to with his costume which involved five cans of green body paint. 

'I've been sewing my outfit for six weeks now,' giggled Mrs Haberdashery, high on her own creative genius.

'What have you made for yourself?' asked Miss Perfect with her usual slightly smug smile.

Internally Mrs Misfit thought, 'shit, I have done nothing except make the kids their Halloween outfits.'
Externally she replied loftily, 'Oh, I've rustled a little something up,' and fled to the shops. As she charged along in the biting teeth of the wind she envisioned shelves laden with fabulous Halloween garb...
The wind whipped about making her eyes burn and her mascara stream as Mrs Misfit made her way to the shop that would prove her saviour and allow her to show Miss Perfect just how talented and organised she could be.

Unfortunately the shop did not live up to her expectations...
Back home Mrs Misfit raided her craft basket. She thought she could make a decent Spiderman with a red jumper and black wool.
Even the cat thought it looked rubbish.

In the end, windswept with swollen tired eyes and mad hair, Mrs Misfit decided to go to the party as she was and stuff all the other fancy dressed folk...
As luck would have it they thought she had tried really hard to dress up as a 'Zombie Mummy' and awarded her first prize.
The children proved to be very attached to their Halloween outfits at bedtime. Once they were happily snoozing Mrs Misfit went downstairs to enjoy her Halloween prize with Mr Misfit...

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...