Sometimes I am very inspired and know EXACTLY what I want to do, craft-wise. Other times, I am clueless and spend ages just mucking about, not knowing what I want to do, and feeling rotten about it. Completely uninspired (and pathetic), you could say. Just lately, I have been unable to make ANYTHING and just feel like I have no creative ability whatsoever. At all. Nada. Zippo. Zilch.
So, this weekend, I utilised a bit of creative copying in order to get my mojo back. Having had a birthday recently, my shelves were full of lovely greeting cards. Granted, I should have taken them down some weeks ago but, it will surprise no one to know, I am lazy and slack, and they were still sitting there, a month and a half after the event. However, there were a couple that I really liked the design of – the shapes of some of their images – so I had a go at using them for templates to make my own cards and other items.
First up, I had this cute birdie card. I liked the simple shapes and was pretty sure I could use them to create a design of my own. Plus, you know me, I love birds, so it was a no-brainer in terms of subject matter.
I started by tracing the basic shapes of each bird – bodies, feathers, tails etc. I then traced those shapes on to cardboard, so I could cut them out and have them as patterns. Using pretty, coordinated papers, I traced and cut out the shapes to build the various body parts of the bird, and then arranged them together until I was happy with the overall look.
In the end, I decided to put it all together on a notebook for my Mum, to say thank you for her support and always looking after us (even though we’re old enough to look after ourselves. Apparently). I painted a plain little notebook and bound the edges with washi tape, before gluing the birdie to the front cover.
I added a crown and some text cut from an old book.
It’s not the greatest work of art on the planet, and I can’t say I was thrilled with the final product, but I had made SOMETHING and that is better than nothing. I just needed to get back into things and “play” a little, even if the end result wasn’t spectacular. Otherwise I feel as though I am losing all my creativity and desire to create in the first place. And that’s not a good thing.
So, one little birdie at a time, I am going to get my mojo back. Send cookies and hugs 🙂
So, I finally got my hair chopped off. It usually takes me FOREVER to decide to do it and then I procrastinate because I hate spending the money, and there never seems to be any free time to get it done. My hair really needed a trim though. It was ratty and dry and I was starting to resemble something the proverbial cat had dragged in (through a hedge, backwards). I present you with Exhibit A :
…and most days I woke up like this : (Exhibit B)
So, I got it all cut off. Well, about 5 inches anyway.
Haircut 101 : Bobbed and Bouncy
I’m going to try and keep it short for a while and not just be slack and let it all grow back. That is what I normally do. I am starting to be aware of the fact that I am getting older and don’t want to be one of those women who keeps the same hairstyle for 50 years and ends up on a talk show having a makeover. Although the makeover bit would be pretty awesome, I just don’t really want to be one of those people. You know the ones I mean.
I need to dye my hair as the ghost of grey hair past is starting to show through again. Which sucks but is inevitable. At least I have less hair to dye now and will be able to get it done quicker and with minimal swearing (and dye all over the place).
How do you prefer your hair? Short or long, straight or wavy? I am lucky, I suppose, in that my hair is very thick and strong and wavy. But it does drive me nuts, because I am rubbish at doing anything with it. I have no skills in this department. Having it this shorter length means I have to be less lazy and not just tie it back but, by the same token, it is quicker to wash, looks ok if I just let it dry and do it’s own thing, and is definitely healthier. Now that the weather is getting cooler (woe is me), I have less need to tie it back anyway, and shorter-messy is better than longer-messy. I went to the beach on Monday night and even after being blown to bits by the wind, my hair looked ok. Windswept, rather than tornado-whipped, which is how it would normally respond.
Thanks for dropping by – may all your days be good hair days 🙂 And if you have any tips for “doing” your hair when you are completely useless at it, let me know.
Last night, after work, I was invited by a colleague to see the beachside exhibit, Sculpture by the Sea. I wasn’t really in the mood to go, but I’m so glad I did. My friend was late and I nearly went home instead of waiting, but I sat in my car, huddled against the cold (what IS going on with our seasons?) and listened to the ocean while I waited for her. Eventually she turned up and we wandered up and down the beach, looking at all the amazing sculptures, with the setting sun as a beautiful backdrop. Seriously, the sky was a bit of a distraction – I couldn’t stop taking photos of it – it was SO gorgeous. The stormy weather only added to the dramatic quality of the sea and the crashing waves.
It was hard to take a bad photo, to be honest. The sky was a million different colours and provided a perfect setting for the sculptures, which ranged from objects made of bronze to a chair made out of feathers.
I have to say, this photo (below) turned out so nicely. Except for the people who just started walking through the shot (bottom right corner). I think it looks like a 70s rock album cover. Can’t you just see it accompanying a Pink Floyd song? And that seagull flying through, just as I snapped the photo? Perfect!
I really, really like this shot too. It looks like something you’d see in an episode of Dr Who or something. Like a portal to another world, with that setting sun aglow behind it.
This one reminded me of something Tim Burton would design…
LOVED this one. Probably because it has dogs in it. But, again, the sky…seriously!
Sharks are a common visitor at Cottesloe…not usually made out of steel though…
I think this was probably one of the most popular sculptures. I didn’t get a great photo of it – if I’d waited until later I might have gotten a much better shot, with nicer colours around and behind it. But it’s still pretty. Wonder if I could go back and steal it for my garden? Don’t you think it would like nice there? 🙂
Now THAT’S a big piece of litter!
I could imagine this one with lots of succulents growing out of it…
Took us ages to see the face in this one. You have to be looking at just the right angle…
These sculptures were pretty awesome. They were like giant alien weeds…
This one reminded me of licorice allsorts, which is probably not
what the artist had in mind…
So, a very worthwhile visit. I am possibly going back on the weekend to see the sculptures I didn’t get around to viewing. There’s also a “small sculptures” section which I want to see as well. If you’re in the vicinity, go and check it all out. It’s on until the 19th March.
“…I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls with clean blood and organized drawers. I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests at night when no one else is alive or awake however you choose to see it and I live in my own flames sometimes burning too bright and too wild to make things last or handle myself or anyone else and so I run. run run run far and wide until my bones ache and lungs split and it feels good. Hear that people? It feels good because I am the slave and ruler of my own body and I wish to do with it exactly as Iplease…”
As I mentioned in a previous post, Mum and I recently took a little road trip to Bunbury for some much-needed rest and relaxation. It was nice to get away for a couple of days, with no schedule to follow, no work to get through, and no dramas to stress us out. It was such a lovely weekend and I think we both really needed it.
The weather was, unfortunately, pretty dreadful. Cold, wet and miserable. In the middle of Summer we had torrential rain, flooding and ridiculously cool temperatures. It was so cold, I had to buy some extra warm clothes and shoes once we got to our destination. I had planned on spending many hours at the beach (our favourite little motel is located metres away from the Ocean) but the weather was just too inclement. We did have one afternoon where the sun shone for a few hours, and we were able to go beach-combing at Hungry Hollow and collect some lovely shells, have a paddle and soak up some rays.
I love the variety of shells at Hungry Hollow. I try to take the ones I think won’t be used by sea creatures for their homes or other purposes. I like to collect the broken, smooth pieces of shell and any that have that gorgeous oil-slick colouration (mother of pearl to everyone else on the planet, I guess) on the inside. I have great plans for the shells but then end up just keeping them because they’re so pretty and I can’t bear to use them.
While the weather was fine we also visited the Bunbury Wildlife Park. We’ve been there before and have been very impressed with the way the animals are cared for and housed, and how the kangaroos, in particular, have “quiet zones” where they can escape from the crowds. It’s so important for animals in captivity to have places they can go to when they want time out. They shouldn’t have to be on display all the time if they don’t want to. The roos at the Wildlife Park seem very relaxed though. They follow you around and come up to you for food and enjoy a good scratch on the chest or under their chins.
I do love kangaroos. Having had one as a child for a short period of time, I love their gentle nature. Of course, the bigger males can be quite aggressive and dangerous at times (usually when a human being is getting too close or basically being an idiot) but the inhabitants of the park are all very calm and friendly. I like to see them so un-stressed and chilled out. They don’t even startle when a group of noisy children come in, which to me means they are not anxious or have any need to be afraid. Do I wish they were out in the wild? Yes, of course. But these parks are also important for teaching people about native fauna and how we need to look after them and protect them. Many of the critters in the park are orphans, hand-reared after their mothers were killed on the road, in dog attacks, and other accidents.
I love getting up close with them. My Mum was a bit more nervous than I (she was attacked, rather badly, by a large roo, years ago when I was child) and so didn’t get right in their faces like me, although she did feed them and give them a pat. But I have always been annoying and like to get right in the middle of the action ha ha. I wouldn’t do it if they were weren’t so calm and friendly. One of them actually grabbed my arm and pulled me back in when I stopped scratching his chest 🙂
Another lovely little spot we visited was Mulberry House. Just gorgeous. Pretty things to buy and look at – room upon room of vintage-inspired treasures, in a 1900s building. Each room is themed and just so delightfully arranged with floor-to-ceiling goodies. You can also have afternoon tea there (we didn’t indulge this time) and enjoy some home-baked cakes and other treats. My Mum ended up buying some lovely fat quarters in beautiful country/cottage colours – pale pinks, greens and cream. If you’re visiting Bunbury, be sure to pop in here – you won’t be disappointed.
This is a bit random, but I had to show a pic of this beautiful Crepe Myrtle, standing proudly outside a small antique store. How gorgeous is it??? I can’t believe how bright that pink is. It was almost TOO bright to look at. I’m glad the sun came out long enough for me to take this photo. It wouldn’t have looked so spectacular if it was bedraggled and dripping with rain (which I would also have been, most likely).
So, a lovely, relaxing trip that recharged our batteries and gave us some respite from life. I’m looking forward to going back again later in the year, if I can. Which probably means more kangaroo cuddles. If I’m lucky 🙂 (and the kangaroos, less so, ha ha!).
Thanks for stopping in – hope you’re having a happy day x
Thanks in part to Kelly Rae Roberts and her #kellyraeshearts on Instagram, I am always looking for little hearts everywhere. Usually, if you’re intentionally seeking them out, you won’t find any. They just tend to present themselves when you are least looking.
Which, I guess, is like love itself. Although I don’t seem to find that
whether I’m looking for it or not ha ha!
This particular one I really like – I found it at Hungry Hollow Beach in Bunbury, on a recent road trip, and believe it may be a piece of weathered coral rock. I keep thinking I should do something with it, incorporate it into some artwork or another, but it’s so perfect on its own. I might actually just frame it.
I tend to doodle hearts a lot too. Doodle experts (now there’s a title!) would probably say that means something very deep and meaningful, but I just like drawing them. My notepads and work papers are covered in them, which is probably not ideal and makes me look like a love-starved teenager. I balance it out by also doodling stars everywhere.
Is there anything you particularly like to find, when out and about? Perhaps you collect interesting rocks, sea glass or feathers? Do you purposefully look or just enjoy finding them by accident? Do you display them somewhere, use them in your art, or just delight in discovering them, and then put them back where you found them?
Thanks for reading – hope you find some happy hearts in your world today x