Hullo daaaaaarling

 

I've made a few alterations to the bird decoration. Let's call it evolution.

I was distractedly cutting material for the new birds and then I found more scraps to use so I cut those out. And then there were the scraps in the cupboard I hadn't opened for ages, so I cut out some more...

I now have 50 of these birds.

50 one-of-a-kind, handmade birds.

If they don't sell, I'm going to make a short film about one woman's decent into bird decoration induced insanity. It will be called "A film starring me".

A day in the life

+ 'Flu, 'flu, 'flu. (That's one for each of us because we all have it).

+ Fish and chips in Hampden.

+ Eek! We're out of broadband! Back to the stone age and dial-up.

Bye bye birdie

 

I'm making Christmas decorations, lots and lots of Christmas decorations at the moment. This bird is one of several hundred million* one-of-a kind, entirely individual, handmade decorations that I have made over the past few days. I plan on selling them at the Victorian Heritage weekend this year.

Jules is my man-on-the-ground when it comes to pricing, and he tells me they'll sell for only $5.00. FIVE BUCKS! I was hoping for ten...

Just look at these eyes... don't they speak to you? Specifically, don't they say "$5 is not enough. You want me. You WANT me. Hand that nice lady $10"?

 

 

*Artistic license.

Remoir - the self portraits

I started uploading some photos tonight and look what I found - Remy must have got hold of my camera and staged his first self-portraits. What an artist.