52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 12

I missed a few weeks. Pesky kids and school holidays.

I’ll try to catch up.

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A brush. Not just any brush.

My Isinis brush. The best brush for smoothing over backcombing.

I’ve had this over twenty years.

Essential for creating awesome beehive hairdos.

I brought this in to the studio to show my then studio neighbour how to create big hair for her wedding day.

When I was done I picked up a can and sprayed it liberally. The smell was familiar yet not like the hairspray I’d brought with me.

Oops, wrong can. There were no flies on her that day!

 

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52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week11.

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A shell sits on the shelf.

Most likely arrived at the studio in one of my son’s pockets.

A small boy’s treasure.

It now sits amongst my beach treasure, some from as far away as Belfast, Maine.

It might one day be reclaimed but more likely is that it will become another small boy’s, or girl’s, treasure.

Until that time it will sit quietly on the shelf.

52 Weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 10

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A pot of random stuff gathering dust on my desk.

A decoupaged Bournville tin.

Hand stamped mantra.

A knackered paintbrush.

Two pens.

A pipe cleaner rose from my son.

A long needle with a bent end in a cardboard wrap.

I’ve no idea of it’s use.

One of many pots filled with stuff around my studio.

 

 

52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 9

52 weeks Week 9

Marmite.

Love it or hate it.

The expiry date on this is JUN14.

It was hidden under stuff on a shelf.

If ever I am trapped for a long period of time in the studio I will survive on this.

It is still that deep glossy brown.

It hasn’t been contaminated by bread crumby knives and such.

Marmite.

 

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52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 8

52 weeks week 8

I bought this coffee pot and two cups in a charity shop. Quite a while ago.

It was so pretty.

It’s made by Meakin.

When I first moved into my studio I made a pot of tea each morning….in my coffee pot.

I sat in my then quite empty studio and began each day by drinking tea and drawing my cup of tea. Sometimes I drew my breakfast too.

I wish I had a croissant to draw (eat) today.

croissant

 

 

52 weeks of drawing my stuff Week four

52 weeks week 4

A few years ago, maybe four or five, I was browsing in Barnardo’s charity shop. There on the shelf lay a bag of threads. Deep earthy colours wrapped around long cardboard tubes. I was doing a lot more sewing at that time. At 99p they had to be mine. I wasn’t sure what type of thread it was or its intended use, I still don’t. But it was thread. Wound on long tubes. Some almost empty. Some fat with silky thread untouched. They were pretty. They sit on the shelf in my studio. Maybe one day they’ll find themselves back in the charity shop. Not yet though. I still harbour intentions to use them……one day……on some sort of stitchery thing.

52 Weeks of drawing my stuff. Week Two

Week Two

Here it is, a little late.

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This little donkey stands at roughly 2 inches high. He arrived at the studio as a stowaway. I bought an old battered, hand painted tin from a junk shop just around the corner. It caught my eye – I collect tins-but was more than I wanted to pay really. I’d been window shopping on my way back to the studio. But then came the hard sell. The shop owner worked really hard at pointing out all the lovely hand painted quirkiness of the tin. He opened it up and discovered the bonus of a little donkey inside. I didn’t want the donkey. What was I going to do with a donkey. He was putting everything into this sale, it must have been a quiet day so far. How could I walk away? There was no-one else in the shop. I opened my purse and rummaged to find some money.

The tin does get used. It’s full of art journal prompt cards. The donkey stands guard on the bookshelf. I haven’t even given him a name….. I feel bad about that.