Taking a Shower

Why am I still blogging about my trip to Jordan? Well, because there's still more things I haven't told you, a few more sketches I haven't shown you and other blog posts came in the way.

This is the shower, that was in the room, that was in the hotel where we stayed. I think I read an artist posting about inchies - little pieces of art on squares of one inch - well, i think this shower would qualify! It was a challenge to take a shower without having the curtain sticking to my body. But it was clean, and it had hot water. And it was colour coordinated!

My New Red Hand Book - Page 2

Another page from my red hand book - you will notice that this is something I prepared earlier - I did the drawings in June, but I am uploading them in between everything else I'm wanting to

share with everyone.

I will also scan the outside, for those of you who are interested - and Peg, its not fabric! :-( But have a look anyway and if anyone knows where I can get more of this cute little notebook - I would love to hear from you.

Mail Art Sent to Debs in New Zealand

Now that they have arrived, I thought I'd show you the mail art envelope I sent to Debbie - I liked doing this a lot so I think I'll do some more in one of my journals (as if I really needed to add another thing to start doing).

Hope you like.

Over the week, I will also post the lovely art work I got from Peg and Debbie.

A Dazzle of Dragonflies Project

So here it is, my participation in the Awfully Big Art Adventure Challenge - a Dazzle of Dragonflies. After searching for ages, I found a dragonfly of unusual colours.

This necklace design is based on these colours, and the graduation of oranges, reds and deep reds. The silver bars and tiny beads represent the shimmer of the sun on its wings.

I love chokers, I find them so elegant no matter your age or size, and they add glamour to any outfit. I also find more space to express my creativity with chokers.



Enjoy - and go visit the Awfully Big Art Adventure and have a look at everyone else's work - maybe even join in next month's challenge.

My New Red Hand Book - Page 1

I bought this very cute little red handbook from a bookshop - I wish I bought ten of them - they don't carry them any more and I can't see who the makers are :-( - lesson for next time I guess.

Anyway, I am dedicating notebook to drawings only - on the one side a hand or hands, on the other one of my daily objects. I won't draw in it daily, just as the mood takes me until its filled!

Here's the first spread.

Tribute to Grandmothers

I received this email from someone who knows someone who knows the author of these words.

I wrote to him (the author) and asked about his story and his grandma - and I asked him if I could share it by posting it on my blog and by asking visitors to share with us stories of their own grandmas or grandpas - he was kind enough to agree.

Go Read and share .. I would love to hear your own stories.

Bread, tea, peanuts and the old man

Walking through the old souk, I came across this old man -very expressive face, the grey bread, the prayer beads in hand, the headdress and the walking stick. In his eyes, I could see there were so many stories to tell, so much experience - I wondered if he had many grandchildren and if they actually sat cross-legged on the floor listening to his stories and learning about life. I wanted to sit and listen to him myself. Now I regret that I did not try.

The photo is blurred because I took it in a hurry.

Then I was hit with the aroma of freshly baked bread, and there he was the man selling bread on what looks like a converted baby pram.

The old man selling tea, which he pours for you from a copper kettle, gets a lot of attention, told me the younger man in the photo. The old man offered me some tea. It's probably thick, dark and very sweet, I didn't want to refuse his generousity, but, what can I do, I only drink earl grey! :-p

And finally, in this series, the old man selling roasted peanuts. Another wonderful aroma, the floor was filled with peanut shells but the guy from the municipality swept around the roaster with such tender care. I felt he and the peanut seller have known each for years, and that they had this ritual dance every day at the same time. Perhaps the peanut seller gave him free roasted peanuts every day.