52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 24…..but who’s counting!

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This battered old brown suitcase came from my Mum’s house.

The faint monogram are not initials I recognise.

My Grandad was a dustman. He died before I was born.

My Mum was often the drop off point for the PTA jumble sale.

It is likely this case came into my family after being cast out elsewhere.

I wonder about the owner of the monogrammed case.

Who they were and where they journeyed with this tiny case.

It now lives in my studio filled with books and pens.

My portable nest of creative comfort.

 

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52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 23

fhaf knife web

 

A beautiful bone handled knife.

It mostly sits in the drawer beneath my sewing machine.

A multi purpose studio tool.

Screwdriver, opener, scraper.

Judging by the slight gunkiness of the end

I suspect a glue spreader at some point too.

My kitchen drawer is full of these at home.

There they are used daily.

As knives.

 

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52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 19

 

 

Underground, overground, wombling free, 

The Wombles of Wimbledon Common are we.

Making good use of the things that we find, 

Things that the everyday folks leave behind

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I hoard old annuals.

Very old ones with beautiful illustrations.

Nostalgic ones from my childhood.

I paint on the hard covers.

I use the pages for collage and making envelopes.

This one is still intact, no cover removed or pages ripped out.

Too precious to use.

Childhood memories.

The Wombles.

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A trip back to childhood right here