Frazzy Dazzles

I’ve had a little bit of a suprise today.

It’s left me feeling….well a shocked and a little bit wobbly.

My very first steps into exhibiting my painting has seen my first picture sold before it was even hung!

I was giggly like a school girl when I first heard, not to mention a little bit uncertain if I was being told the truth!

My little geese that I called ‘where shall I wander?’ have wandered off to someone else’s home to hang on the wall of two little boys bedroom.

I can’t believe it!

Makes me wish I had more to go and pop into the exhibition…

(Sorry about the quality of the picture. It was a scan. I was going back this coming weekend to take a photograph of it hanging to blog with. Guess that’s not going to happen now! hee hee!)

The roughs for a new venture I’m dipping my toes into.

I think that I’ve jumped in with both feet and forgotten to hold my nose.

I’ve been paddling around in circles for what seems like a very long time. If I stop and think, it’s been over a year since I’ve felt really passionately about sewing and making. Certainly since The Little Bush Princess went to school I’ve floundered and just filled in the gaps of time with mush. Nothing of any consequence.

I’ll let you know what I’m up to when I have a bit more of an idea myself.

Hopefully it will help to stop my brain from turning to compost!

The Little Bush Princess is five. Five going on eighteen sometimes….but five none the less. This is one of her little ink and watercolour scribbles. With Easter on the horizon bunnies and chickens are hot topics of conversation around here.

I love this little character. Simple, sweet, neat and cute.

I love her style!

Our days seem to start and finish with the same question at the moment.

The question is always posed by The Little Bush Princess and is usually worded something like…

‘Is it Easter tomorrow?’

I think the fact that it’s not Easter tomorrow is becoming harder and harder for her to stomach. So it was time to sort out some Easter activites.

She and I sat to the table and started to paint some Easter paintings. I have other crafting planned for Easter…but I was caught on the hop (so to speak!) and needed to come up with something quick and satisfying. So painting it was!

Before long The Golden Child had joined us and spread out his painting equipment. For him it was all about landscape painting.

Not quite Easter but you’ve got to paint as the mood takes you right?!

I had a bit of a dabble. I can’t tell you how silly it is to put your cup of tea right next to your painting water!

I nearly had technicolour tea on more than one occasion!

Saturday was very busy and somewhat chaotic around our house this week.

At least a little spell of painting broke up the chaos for a bit and allowed for a little quiet time. Together.

Upstairs or downstairs or in my lady’s chamber?

I promise that rumours of my early demise are largely exaggerated. I know that I have a blog. I know that I should add to my blog…it just hasn’t happened for so many (and largely lame) reasons.

Since The Little Bush Princess started Kindy the pace of life has changed for me more than I could ever have imagined. If I said I missed her sooooooooooooooo much during the day then I would only be telling you one 16th of how keenly I feel her absence. I always knew that she was the constant voice in my day. What I didn’t realise was how much that little chirping meant to me. On so many levels.

I spent the first week of her absence walking around ‘down the street’ (which I think to the rest of the world means window shopping). I did this so much that my feet ached. That had to stop.

So then I moved on to cleaning the house. The problem was that no matter how much I cleaned it the house still looked largely the same. Mostly because I couldn’t bring myself to clean up the kids little games that they’d left when they toddled off to school.

Oh I could go on. You just need to know that every fibre of my being missed my kids, my husband was travelling and it was lonely.

This week just gone I went to a watercolour painting class. I think this brings my total of art classes since High School to three. I think I should do things like it more often. For the first time in weeks I felt like I had achieved something other than missing my family. I worked on the geese above (excuse the crappy image, our scanner is not cutting edge technology…it didn’t deal very well with scanning a white goose on a white page…oh and the geese have feet…and another goose…the printer just wouldn’t allow for them) and I look forward to doing more on them next month.

The follow on effect of the geese is that I’m now planning things to come. I plan to sit at my sewing machine (my NEW sewing machine) for the first time in weeks. I plan on picking up scissors and I plan on drafting up some patterns.

Can’t mope forever right?