Friday, 30 April 2010

The Fabulous Sophie Griotto

I like to keep my eyes and ears open for new and inspirational artists. The latest artist whom I stumbled across on the internet has been a French fashion illustration artist — Sophie Griotto.

Sophie's drawings are stunning. There is a perfect balance between simplicity and detail in her work. You can believe the backgrounds and people in her drawings really do exist.

I highly recommend visiting Sophie's fabulously designed website which can be found here:

* The featured art in this blog entry are the work of Sophie Griotto.

Thursday, 29 April 2010

My Creative Space...

It has been ages since I've participated in Kootoyoo's “My Creative Space”. A few weeks ago I returned to being the primary caregiver for my daughter, Gwen, and I am still feeling the rust in my blogging joints. Definitely not blogging as much as what I used to, but that is because Gwen sleeps a lot less these days, so I have far less time for traversing across the internet. None the less, I have a quiet moment now, so following is what I have been up to:

I knitted Gwen her first pair of mittens. She has worn them twice and she has managed to keep them on her hands on both occasions (a minor miracle). I am very proud of this little achievement. Who knows what mighty knitting mountain I will be able to scale next.

A few weeks ago I wrote a short story titled Kasper. This week I felt inspired enough to try expanding the story. So my current project has been to make some rough notes, and develop the characters through imaginary interviews.

And I have been aimlessly doodling.

Tuesday, 27 April 2010

Mittens For Your Kittens

Last night I finished knitting for Gwennie her first pair of primitive mittens. Heavy emphasis on the word primitive, as I am still learning to knit. At the moment, following a knitting guide is like reading stereo instructions. So I made my own, very rough, guide to knitting mittens — and this happy snap is the end result.

Now Gwennie will have something to match her winter cap.

Friday, 23 April 2010

Keep Busy

Following is some advise I am prescribing to myself. You might find it useful too:

If you have troubles on your mind, or are having to wait a long time for the settlement of some outcome, the best thing that you can do is to keep busy. Do those things around the house that you have been putting off for a long time. Get out to the gym, go for a walk or a jog. We can't control everything in our lives, but for the things we can do, focus on that, and be amazed how it can alleviate some of your stress, and make time pass much faster.

Friday, 16 April 2010

Excitable Me

Today my Dad gave me an extremely early Birthday present. As in, my Birthday isn't for another two and a half months. I received the film New Moon on Blu-Ray. How good is that? How lucky am I?

I haven't seen New Moon yet, and I am highly addicted to the Twilight saga, so I am very much looking forward to watching this movie.

Almost time to start rereading the saga (Hey! Don't throw that book at me. I told you I'm addicted.)

Thank You Dad!

The Home Map

Click on map to see enlargement

I thought I would share with you a map of the locations I have lived. Having a Dad who was in the Royal Australian Air Force, ensured high chance of being posted around Australia every couple of years.

Following is a reference to the numbers on the map:
1. Penang, Malaysia - I was born here
2. Woomera, SA - I lived amongst Australians & Americans
3. Gosford, NSW - I lived briefly with Grandparents
4. Amberley, QLD - I lived in a small town, near Brisbane
5. Cheltenham, VIC - My current habitat, 30km outside Melbourne

Which places have you lived in? Which was your favourite home?

Candice, Kobie & Me

When I was about age ten, I was given the book Fourteen and Holding, written by Candice Ransom. It was my first teen book, and it was an absolute hit — being about Kobie Roberts, a young teen coping with family, friends, bullies and herself. The book now looks quite pounded because I read it over and over, so many times. Then when I was twelve, I was allowed to order through book club the follow up book Fifteen At Last. I was so excited about reading the continuing adventures of Kobie.

The author, Candice Ransom has written more than a hundred children's books. That is amazing to me, as I am someone who struggles just to finish short stories, or write even a single coherent blog entry. :)
I highly recommend visiting Candice's website, which is filled with lovely, interesting details about the author:

And it is only natural, being that Candice is a writer, that she keeps a blog:

Thank you Candice, for your lovely response to my email.

Wednesday, 14 April 2010

Mitt Knit

The days and nights are way cooler — Autumn has finally set in. So I decided to knit for my baby Gwen her own pair of mittens.

I can't wait to finish this project. This is my first knitting project where I am actually follow a pattern.

Tuesday, 13 April 2010

Ten Things

Okay, now this is a response to Pip, over at Meet Me At Mike's

Ten Things about me:
  1. In the 80s, I earned 3 star badges for passing roller skating classes (beginners, intermediate & advanced skate tricks).
  2. I was eating ice cubes on the tail end of my pregnancy with Gwen.
  3. I have a single freckle on the underside of my LHS pinkie.
  4. Say it loud, then cast your head down with shame — I am a chocaholic (last week proved it, when I personally demolished 95% of the Easter chocolate in the house).
  5. I have a dream of running a doll & toy museum that focuses on the 80s.
  6. When I was a kid I wanted to be a Gooney.
  7. I haven't eaten Murtaba in such a long while — and I want some tonight.
  8. On and off I am attempting to teach myself to knit and crochet.
  9. I sometimes battle mild doses of obsessive compulsions.
  10. I too would like to write, or even illustrate a book.

The Alphabet Line

I had this wonderful idea for a craft project. I sometimes keep my mind open to potential homemade ideas for entertaining my bub, Gwen. So the latest idea has been a wall hanging of the alphabet — sort of like hanging clothes on the line.

All you would need is string, clothes pegs, card, tacks, and paint or recycled magazines.

  1. To make the alphabet pieces, decorate each piece of card with paint or gluing down pages from old magazines.
  2. Then, with a texta draw an outline of each letter of the alphabet. We need these to be larger than life (so the letters can be seen on the wall), so use one card per letter.
  3. Cut out, around each alphabet piece, following the outlines from step two.
  4. Layout the letters across the ground, spaced a little apart, and line up a piece of string so you know just how much you need. Then cut the string to the length you need. Allow a little extra to the sides for hanging later.
  5. Begin attaching the letters to the string. Either, use clothes pegs, or stapling.
  6. You can now hang the alphabet line of string on the wall. Tie up the ends to hooks, which can go into the wall. If you are not comfortable about placing holes in the wall, you can buy adhesive plastic hooks, which will not damage the plaster.

Monday, 12 April 2010

Saturday, 10 April 2010

Welcome to the Archives

“We're gonna party like it's nineteen ninety nine.”

Now these pictures really are a step back in time — like, more than a decade. I created these illustrations way back when I was in fashion school. I was heavily influenced by both Chinese and Japanese clothing. It was also meant to be fantasy wedding garments for an Empress and Knight.

And, what have you found in your archives?

Dress Pattern Rewind

I am feeling rather inspired by One Crafty Mamma who, over the past few days has been sharing footage of her homemade Blythe doll dresses…

Waaaaayyyyyy back in 2007 I was just so totally Bratz mad and I designed this red Bratz doll dress. It was meant to be a funky, evening look.

I have decided to share with you the pattern which will suit a Bratz doll, and any doll with a similar body shape (such as Blythe). So here it is:

And don't forget to check out One Crafty Mamma — a fabulously inspirational blog.

Thursday, 8 April 2010

Happy Birthday Dad

Yesterday was my Dad's Birthday. Being that he has long been a fan of the Dr Who series, I drew this picture of Tom Baker (the Fourth Doctor) as a birthday gift.

Wednesday, 7 April 2010

Anne is Instyle

Recently I picked up a copy of Instyle. I bought this issue because Anne was on the cover, so wasn't I surprised to find the book opened to show triple Anne covers. I was in raptures with this discovery. Ever since watching The Princess Diaries films (during my pregnancy with Gwen), Anne has become my personal iconic Hollywood role model.

D Kid 1 Rocks Out

One of my most favourite Youtubers, Joe, goes by the title DisneyKid1 (he has a heart of gold) has made his own music videos — ever so catchy. You can check them out here…

Tuesday, 6 April 2010

Check These Out

I took this photo outside my front door at Sunset. Isn't the sun magnificent behind that palm tree?

I can hardly believe how flexible my cat is. She can place her feet anywhere.

This photo is an absolute crack up. Piper, the cat, was voguing for the camera, looking serene and very model like, when just as I took the photo she got spooked by some movement.

I'm back, baby!

I once again have a bit more time to spare for good old blogland. The past few months I had been back at my old job after having a year of maternity leave. While I was back at work my husband took his paternity leave and staid home with Gwen. We have once again reversed the roles. Michael is back at work, and I am home with the bub.

So what is the latest in the world of moi?
I had already watched the True Blood telly series, so I decided to read the stories that started this southern sensation. I'll tell you something funny. When I first watched True Blood I though Sookie's family name was Steakhouse. It is good to see that the series is faithful to the feel of the original stories, but with just enough of a twist that their is no predictability from watching the show or reading the books.

I also watched a fun sci-fi telly series titled Warehouse 13. I highly recommend watching this show. It sort of a family fun, X Files, meets Indianna Jones, meets Buffy. And this comes as no surprise, as one of the creators of this show is the utterly brilliant Jane Espenson — writer and Co-Executive Producer of the Buffy series (All Hail Jane!).

The other week it was my SIL's Birthday, so I made her this card (and yes, she does have an appreciation for cats)…

Monday, 5 April 2010

The Return Home - a very short story

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Enjoy...

Today I begin my story. It is an intriguing one to some, but there are those who would not believe it. I, however, would not demand that you believe these words but would suggest that you listen and only pass judgement at the end of this tale.

As a young girl my imagination was fertile with ideas from stories I had read, and tall tales that I created for myself. And for every adventure that took place in the jungles of my bedroom a story was written, a map was drawn, a doll was made and a costume was worn.

Then, as the years passed by my adventures lessened and another world took hold. My parents were gone and in their place an unknown relative was given charge over me. She didn’t approve of my world of dreams and told me that the real world had other uses for me. So with the burdening and worrisome thoughts of what I was going to be when I grew up, I forgot about the other world that I had created. The final nail was driven when I was sent away from home to a boarding school. From that point, every piece of my dream world was boxed up and left in the dark to be covered with dust and forgotten.

Many moons pass overhead and I return to the house of my childhood a grown girl, with a husband, Jimmy, and daughter, Eliza. The years had not been kind to the house. Or more to the point, the lady who was supposed to take care of me was never a particularly good housekeeper.

The relative has passed on, and I bring my family to see the house of my childhood. We consider selling the house, but something pulls at me and says ‘no’. It is my daughter. She tugs at my hand, “Mummy can we stay here?” The house is dreary and needs a lot of work, and yet tiny Eliza wants to stay.

It is the end of the school year for Eliza and we are all home together – the family unit. Jimmy and I begin cleaning the house starting from the bottom up. Eliza spends time becoming acquainted with the wild garden. At the end of each day she tells us about the faeries she has met. Jimmy and I pass a smile to each other.

Jimmy and I begin looking at the furniture to see what can be saved. Eliza begins to explore the house. She goes up a flight of stairs beyond the second floor, straight up to the attic and disappears into the room for a few hours.

It is dinnertime and Eliza has not come downstairs yet. Jimmy goes upstairs to look for our daughter. While setting the table I hear Jimmy call out to me. He is up in the attic too. I stop what I am doing and follow the sounds of my family. I travel up stairs that I have not set foot on for twenty-four years. The floorboards squeak with a long past familiarity.

I stand in the doorway of a dusty attic with light coming from a single dim light bulb and the setting sun outside. The room is filled with trunks and crates. Eliza sits in the middle of the floor with a trunk open in front of her. Jimmy squats down next to Eliza his hand touching her head. Eliza sees me. “Mummy, I found your things.”
I move to my family and look into the trunk. Eliza pulls out a bundle of old dress ups.
“How do you know these belong to me?” I ask Eliza.
With all seriousness and something of a smile, “They told me I would find your things up here.”
“Who are they?” Jimmy looks concerned.
“The faeries in the garden.” Eliza turns to me, “They said you might not remember.”
I shake my head, and lead Eliza with Jimmy back down the stairs. We don’t know what to make of what Eliza has just said. But it is time that we have dinner. Sometimes these things are more easily understood by the normal light of day.

Later that night, after Eliza is in bed, I go downstairs and step into the backyard. It is summer, though for such a hot day, there is now a light breeze that relieves some of the heat. The garden, once a well-managed lot has become overgrown with roses. It is actually the one nice trait of the property’s current condition. I look into the darkness and wonder about what Eliza saw.