Tea, whether it’s for a sheep fellow or regular people, is probably my favourite drink. Fresh, fragrant and refreshing. Full of anti-oxidants (though I read recently that researchers are now undecided as to whether anti-oxidants and their capacity to mop up free radicals is as good for us as they once thought). Doesn’t make any difference to me; love tea.
Anyway, made a little teapot water colour, added a hand-written sentiment on another scrap of water colour paper and was pleased with the end result.
I also dressed up a pop-up teapot with pretty cut-outs (there are some scallopy cut outs that form a ‘doiley’ around the base of the teapot which hasn’t been very well captured in the picture…) The base mat it is cut from continues the floral theme but becomes the ‘steam’ from the teapot. Anyhoo, very happy with how it turned out and pleased that the folds are nice and simple so scoring and folding is easy squeezy.
Have a lovely day.
I bought a big pack of 135 x 135 brown cards some time ago and wanted a quick but nice way to use them and include litle water colour paintings but without commiting myself to hours of drawing and painting to make something big for each card. And, as we all know, if you make a big mistake and don’t like the end result, you have to start again! So, inspired by a friend of mine – a proper artist – I made little (around 2″) square, water colours as toppers for the cards.
Tearing water colour paper is tough. I used 300 gsm cold pressed NOT. A tip from artist lady and I had the hang of it. Score the paper, fold one way then the other – using a bone tool if you wish – then butt a straight edge like a metal ruler against the folded crease and tear.
Ooeeee! A little tip! I couldn’t think where I’d left my scoring tool – somewhere up in nanny’s room behind the clock – and was looking round for something to use in place of it. For no good reason, I had a Loreal (cos I’m worth it!) ‘crochet hook’ – you know, the little hook tool to pull hair through a highlighting cap – in my pencil case. It is perfect as a scoring tool. PERFECT!
I embossed around the edge and the front was good to go.
Lined the card and it was all ready, looking very pretty, though I say it myself!
For Mr Tree from Me!!!!!!! Well done you! Just so you know I am chuffed to bits, over the moon and ‘terribly pleased’ (haarrr) for you! x x x x
For those of you who want to know, these were made with Illustrator. For anyone who wants to know how to do your own, give me a shout and I’ll write up the instructions in a mini toot – very quick and easy to do.
I’ve heard Judge Judy use this adage ‘No good deed goes unpunished’ and it had never chimed with me. I couldn’t see how it could be so. It just didn’t sit well in my book of understanding.
Until yesterday. Out again, and sitting down with a coffee, L and her mother coming along with a couple of their friends or family… they pass by me within some 8 ft. Literally HAVE to walk past me. Was I wrong to expect L to tell me that she’d hung the picture somewhere nice? Or come and speak, even for a moment? Anyhow, I’m sat there. They stop to look at a shop front then carry on. As they have walked slightly past, L turns and gives me a little bit of a wave and says they’re hurrying to get back before it rains… Hmmm… time to look at a shop window (farmer’s shop – vegetables and fruit in the window) but no time to say ‘hello, how are you? Hung the picture up (insert location) …da de da. Maybe my expectations were too high. Maybe I shouldn’t expect anything, even friendly recognition for something given away freely. I just don’t know. But I also saw them stand chatting for another 15 minutes before they went their separate ways as well….
So, still know my art was /is valued. But have learned a big lesson. When people show you who they really are, believe them. And I now understand the meaning behind ‘No good deed goes unpunished’.
I was out with my sketch book as usual. A doodly drawing filled the page and I lightly painted a gentle colour wash with my water colour crayons (with one of those water brush thingies). Anyhow, an acquaintance and her eldest daughter came along and they both said how much they loved my little sketch so I wrote ‘For L. from Helen’ in one corner, carefully tore it from the book and gave it to her. L. hasn’t been very well but is recovering and has a wonderfully positive attitude.
A little while later I was amazed, delighted and touched to find that L. had taken it and had it professionally framed and wanted me to sign it. She has a place for it in her home and loves it! I cannot explain how emotional I feel about this wonderful show of valuing something by me.
I haven’t got over it. Am blown away and immensely moved that she really did love my artwork! For all my life growing up, my mum told me that my sister was the arty one. Not me.
It brings to mind the painting I sold after taking water colour classes. The lady that bought one of my paintings (for 120.00 so not cheap) couldn’t afford to pay for it in one go and had to pay in installments. I never got to find out who she was but knowing she liked it so much that she budgeted and paid for it bit by bit made that sale tremendously touching as well.
This one didn’t make me any money (though my friend has commissioned me to do a big one for her!) but gave me something even more precious. I
am WAS feeling truly blessed.