I spotted these in my mother-in-laws kitchen too. It’s quite shameful, she’ll have nothing left at this rate.
These quince were given to me by a friend. I painted them and then made some membrillo to eat with Manchego cheese.
The last of the nasturtiums. This jar owes me nothing now, I’ve used it so often. It can go back on the bathroom shelf with the cotton buds back in it!
These are gracing the shop shelves at the moment and remind me of Christmas………….no idea why really, I’ve never eaten one at Christmas.
Please bear with me and untidy website. It’s in the midst of a rejig but my trusty IT guru is away for a few days. All back to normal soon.
The last of my hydrangeas. This old Keiller & Sons Dundee Marmalade pot was in my mother-in-law’s Cumbrian kitchen on a high shelf. My eagle eye spotted it.
These hydrangeas grow outside my kitchen and really add a bit of colour once they start turning from pink to brown. I love them at this stage when they have all the autumn colours in and bring some colour into the house just as all colour is beginning to disappear outside.
Please bear with me regarding the website. I am currently making alterations so that paintings can be bought direct. Just click on ”add to cart” and it will happen like magic.
I’m beginning to run out of blue paint! Not being the nimble athlete I once was (well actually, never was), I hurled my daughter over a farm gate to filch the last of these at the weekend where some still lingered tenaciously on some lower branches. Next week I’ll hurl her over another gate to get some sloes and then might hurl myself down to the off-licence to get some gin to steep them in after painting. Better order some more blue paint. I remember as a child thinking that his beverage was called Slow Gin and wondering why – that’s what comes of growing up in the city.
On another note, I came across a ‘portrait’ of myself on the internet the other day! An excellent artist/blogger in America called Carol Marine had asked for people to send in pictures of themselves pulling funny faces. I immediately jumped to the challenge knowing that I had a lot of them stored away after a dreadful artschool project. Anyway, its worth a look if only to read her story and the amazing amount of comments she received following it on the subject of sticking to your guns. I’m not sure I should advocate you looking at such an unflattering, if accurate, depiction of me, beautiful though the paintwork is. Oh, and the other bit of her story is that recently her home in Texas burnt down with all her possessions in it. She and her family just sighed, piled in the car and moved to Oregon – amazingly positive thinking. I could do with a bucket of that. If you paint I would definitely advise reading her blog, there’s a lot of good stuff on it. If you don’t paint there are a lot of great paintings. It also shows how important comments are 🙂
Having decided to leave the dark backgrounds aside……….I find myself back to them as I have commissions to do and people like what they like. I’m also working to a few upcoming fairs. So, the vintage wallpaper is going to have to wait. I do feel a need to pare down, simplify and get back to ”whiteness”.
These blackberries are perhaps the last but after the warm spell, they have swollen to bursting. Hopefully they won’t be as troublesome as their namesake has been lately.
This little bloke popped out yesterday, a bit confused by the warm spell. Personally, I’m not in the least confused. No problem whatsoever – bring it on.
One of many coronation mugs that I collected years ago. I think I must start new ”collections” on an annual basis, at least that’s how it feels when I struggle to find a bit of cupboard space. There must be some sort of therapy out there.