Monday, 26 November 2012

Eventually....The Exhibition of Lovely Things

Our Exhibition is going well! . As well as the mixed media pieces most of which you have seen already I have also made some feltidermy which is proving pretty popular! Mr Foxy Renard left the building almost immediately We have all sold several pieces and got commissions to do others. Lots of people have signed up for updates and prospective courses and there's lot of encouraging comments in the book saying they have enjoyed the show. So now it's just a week till it ends. I have several commissions to get under way, so this morning I will be mainly stabbing wool.
These are the new Feltidermy pieces a Hare, Roe Deer Buck and a Badger.

Hare, Roe Deer and Badger, the fox had left the building!


Hare Eye close up

Roe Deer before horns

The exhibition continues untill the 30th x

Monday, 5 November 2012

Procrastination with AA Milne

Woke up this morning to a glorious and frosty day.....

Went down the garden passed the veggies with their frost dusted leaves to feed the hens

Then went out and did some fencing with my man, taking a flask of hot chocolate with us we enjoyed the view

After doing a spot of fencing with my husband this morning. It struck me theirs only 2 weeks before the exhibition at Richmond Station.....

However I am suffering form an Artists worst enemy PROCRASTINATION!!!!!!!!!! ARGHHHHHH! but then that gives me the opportunity to share with you my bestest ever beloved poem.....
by AA Milne and kind of sums it up really!

The Old Sailor (AA Milne)
There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew
Who had so many things which he wanted to do
That, whenever he thought it was time to begin,
He couldn’t because of the state he was in. 
He was shipwrecked, and lived on a island for weeks,
And he wanted a hat, and he wanted some breeks;
And he wanted some nets, or a line and some hooks
For the turtles and things which you read of in books. 
And, thinking of this, he remembered a thing
Which he wanted (for water) and that was a spring;
And he thought that to talk to he’d look for, and keep
(If he found it) a goat, or some chickens and sheep.
Then, because of the weather, he wanted a hut
With a door (to come in by) which opened and shut
(With a jerk, which was useful if snakes were about),
And a very strong lock to keep savages out.
He began on the fish-hooks, and when he’d begun
He decided he couldn’t because of the sun.
So he knew what he ought to begin with, and that
Was to find, or to make, a large sun-stopping hat. 
He was making the hat with some leaves from a tree,
When he thought, “I’m as hot as a body can be,
And I’ve nothing to take for my terrible thirst;
So I’ll look for a spring, and I’ll look for it first.” 
Then he thought as he started, “Oh, dear and oh, dear!
I’ll be lonely tomorrow with nobody here!”
So he made in his note-book a couple of notes:
I must first find some chickens” and “No, I mean goats.”
He had just seen a goat (which he knew by the shape)
When he thought, “But I must have boat for escape.
But a boat means a sail, which means needles and thread;
So I’d better sit down and make needles instead.”
He began on a needle, but thought as he worked,
That, if this was an island where savages lurked,
Sitting safe in his hut he’d have nothing to fear,
Whereas now they might suddenly breathe in his ear!
So he thought of his hut … and he thought of his boat,
And his hat and his breeks, and his chickens and goat,
And the hooks (for his food) and the spring (for his thirst) …
But he never could think which he ought to do first. 
And so in the end he did nothing at all,
But basked on the shingle wrapped up in a shawl.
And I think it was dreadful the way he behaved -
He did nothing but bask until he was saved! 

I lied about the aubergine! x