I'm Back :)

Well, would you believe, my mojo has finally returned! It's been a long time coming, but I knew it wouldn't desert me for good. I'm in a much better place these days, partly because of my creativity, but I needed to get back into my creative groove in order to get me out of a bad rut I'd fallen into, and getting my hands dirty whilst using my creative energy seemed like a good way, as it occupied my time and my mind. So here I am with a quick catch up of what I've been up to.

 I did an art course a couple of years back. I absolutely loved it! It was designed to make me face my fear of art, a fear that had its roots in a cruel act of ridicule my primary school teacher dished out in front of the whole class, about a piece of art I'd done. He was really cross because he said I'd wasted an old net curtain his wife had kindly donated to the craft supplies. I had been really chuffed with my bright yellow net curtain daffodil collage, but he said his 3 year old daughter could have done better. Why oh why do some people enter teaching?!! Anyway, his critique of my creativity completely killed my confidence, and I grew up with a fear of painting and drawing.

The art course was brilliant, it gave me a chance to experiment with lots of different media and techniques, and the tutor was so encouraging and had a cracking sense of humour.  The whole group had a blast!

But once the year long weekly course was over, I completely stopped. My mojo deserted me. I hadn't a clue what to do, what kind of art I wanted to pursue or what mediums I wanted to work with. My personal life was also pretty crap at this point, so my confidence was low, and I couldn't muster the enthusiasm to do anything remotely arty.

Then a couple of months back I started watching Youtube videos on art journaling and mixed media. I fell in love! I had found what I wanted to do, and as for which mediums to use... well, the world was my pallette!

I'm slowly building up my supply of materials as and when funds allow, and experimenting by making some basic homemade supplies. I think it helps my creativity and helps me to think outside of the box, utilising stuff I readily have around the house, and it gives me a buzz knowing I've saved money. I haven't development my own personal style... I reckon that's quite a way off yet. I'm just enjoying the process of learning for now, and I've joined a couple of online mixed media/journaling groups for inspiration and advice.

Here are some pieces I've recently completed:

 Mixed Media Tag

 Mixed Media Canvas

Mixed Media Polymer Clay

 Background Paper - oil pastels and ink

My art journal started out pretty basic, but as I've progressed I'm learning more about layers and textures and applying them to my art.

Journal Cover

Journal Pages

Hello Again

Wow, it's a long time since I've been here...almost 3 years!  So, what have I been up to?

Quick catch up: I closed my Etsy jewellery shop 'Chameleonite'  last year. I also ended a relationship around the same time. There followed a period of feeling very low, and a lot of  soul searching, which set me back on my spiritual path and led me to study  'A Course In Miracles' for a few months. But what was missing from my life wasn't religion or a relationship, it was dog shaped, and came in the form of George, a rescue dog of uncertain breed. The rescue said he was an American Cocker Spaniel, but everywhere we go people stop and ask me what he is.  The most popular guess is a Cockapoo.  I think he is possibly an American Cockapoo. Whatever he is, he is the sweetest, most adorable pooch, with a cheeky character,  and I am so in love with him!

Moving On

I've barely touched my blog since my darling Labrador Bailey passed away four months ago. The reason, quite simply, is that I've been too entrenched in the depths of grief to write anything of any substance.

The impact of losing a much loved pet should never be underestimated. There will no doubt be those who think (thankfully no one has actually said it to me) "it's only a dog". It hurts to even write those words. Bailey was a huge part of my life, my constant companion, my reason for getting up in the morning. He formed a big part of my social life. Through walking him I made friends with fellow dog walkers, some whom I've now known for several years. I started each day with a walk in the countryside, noting the changing of the seasons, chatting with other walkers, having the occasional coffee while we caught up with what's going on in our lives, even getting together for an evening meal in the pub.

I do still occasionally go for a walk, but it's just not the same without him by my side. I imagine him exploring in the woods, running ahead of me on the woodland paths. I know every favourite marking post, every blade of grass of the dark green tufts he used to graze on, the discarded sticks lying where he last chased them, his teeth marks still visible where he'd carried them off into the long grass to chew.

I know in time the overwhelming sadness will ease, and the tears and unbearable thoughts of those final few days will be replaced with memories of happier times of the joy he brought to my life. I just have to go through the grieving process and come out of the other side.

There is now a huge black hole that was once filled with laughter, love and companionship. I go through the motions of each day, making my jewellery, taking photos, listing items for sale in my shop. But everything in my life involves inanimate objects. My life lacks life. My life lacks purpose. My life lacks love.

Bailey's passing also coincided with my son moving out and into his own place.  It had been on the cards for a long time, ever since he returned from university.  What had started out as a temporary base for a few months had turned into 4 years, so it was long overdue. But the two events coinciding meant for the first time in my life I found myself living totally alone.

My son has suggested that I turn a negative into a positive; He reminds me that I am now free to do whatever I want with my life. I wish I could see it like that and run with it, facing the challenges my new life has to offer. The world is indeed my Oyster. But with that freedom comes responsibility... responsibility for my own life, and what I make of it.

Not having Bailey by my side shouldn't make any difference. Not having anyone there to hold my hand shouldn't make any difference. As my very wise son pointed out, all the major events that have happened in my life have been instigated by me. We may feel as if we need someone there to hold our hand, but essentially we are alone. No one can live our life for us. We enter life alone and exit life alone.

Maybe that's my problem. I am now completely free for the first time in my life, and it scares the life out of me. I have spent my entire adult life caring for others, and now all I need to care about is myself.

Freedom is frightening.

Or in the words of Janice Joplin "Freedom is just another word for having nothing left to lose"

Waxwings

I've had some new visitors to my garden, a large flock of Waxwings. I've never seen this particular bird before and was curious by their rather exotic appearance, especially the rather fancy crest on top of their head. They descended onto the Cottoneaster bushes at the foot of the garden, only resting for a few moments whilst they greedily gobbled up the bright red ripe berries, before alighting in a rather startled fashion to visit other bushes in a garden further up the road.

I made a quick mental note of their features and went in search on the RSPB website, and eventually managed to identify them as Waxwings, a bird that breeds in the remote taiga forests of Scandinavia. They usually visit Europe in the winter when their breeding ground becomes overcrowded, resulting in a shortage of food which forces them further afield. If berries are in short supply either due to poor crops that year or because the berries have already been eaten by other hungry birds, they can come as far as Britain in search of food. But they usually only come as far as the east coast, from Scotland down to East Anglia.

I'm in Lancashire in the north west, which would account for me never having seen them before. Further research would suggest many sightings of large flocks of these beautiful birds are being seen further inland in many parts of the country.

Here is a rather poor photo I managed to get whilst they rested in the Cottoneaster. It's a pity I couldn't get a close up to show their beautiful colouring, but every attempt to get closer made them fly away.


Here they are taking flight.

RIP Bailey

My darling Bailey crossed over the rainbow bridge this afternoon. My heart is broken in two. He was a wonderful boy; gentle, patient, intelligent and so very handsome. He was my best friend and I will always love him.

Thank you for enriching my life and bringing me so much joy.

Run free my darling.

Your heartbroken mum xx

Poppies

I've neglected my polymer clay making of late, and as I adore Poppies I thought I'd try my hand at making one. I'm pleased with the way it turned out, but undecided if it will be a pendant suspended from a black suede thong, or made into a brooch. I made a slightly different one for myself which is on a fine silver chain.

Poppy

I've just remembered I bought a pack of silver precious metal clay about a year ago and still haven't made anything with it. It's a very different material to polymer clay, but I'll have fun experimenting with it!

New Look for the New Year

Happy New Year!

Okay, I know it's a bit late and we're hurtling towards February, but better late than never. I've given my blog a makeover for the new year, and as I haven't had time to christen it with my first post until now there's quite a few new designs I want to share with you. More details can be found by clicking each link. So without any further ado..

First in line is a pair of vintage inspired earrings. I love the retro feel of these; I could almost visualise my mum wearing them in the 60's; a quick application of mascara... after spitting on the solid black block to soften, red lipstick, a light spray of Norman Hartnell's In Love, and she was ready to go.

Noir Earrings

Next in line is a sweet little pair of cream Czech glass flowers because Spring is just around the corner... wishful thinking!

Wood Anemone Earrings


I love the combination of colours in my latest addition to my collection; a charm bracelet of amethyst and peridot glass flowers interspersed with leaves, pearls and cute little silver puffed hearts for added tinkle!

Grapevine Bracelet


More spring flowers... ever hopeful that we've seen the back of winter, even if it is only January. These are from my popular lily collection with Swarovski tipped stamens.

Lady Grey Earrings
Following the same theme, here we have the same style of lily in a beaded necklace.

Nightshade Necklace
More flowers with these lovely Petunias.

Petunia Earrings

I have phases where I become slightly addicted to certain colours and they appear in my collection in increasing numbers. At the moment, just in case it has escaped your attention, it is purple and all it's variants; amethyst, lilac, aubergine etc.

Red is another big favourite at the moment, particularly bright scarlet red in opaque glass. I can't get enough opaque glass and seem to spend hours browsing suppliers looking for a shape I don't already own. Here I have teamed some rondelles with a bright red retro hoop to make this bold necklace.

Kiss Necklace
This next pair of earrings is a lovely shade of ruby red.

Very Berry Earrings

These blue Gentian buds are made from some vintage beads I have had for years and years.

Blue Gentian Earrings


And as it will soon be Valentine's day, I couldn't leave you without including a couple of heart designs.

Blossoming Love Necklace

Heart of Gold Necklace