Precious things 6 . . .

 my very 1st blog award!

from the sweet & inspiring Jessie Lilac

it seems i am to list 7 things i love - how difficult to decide which

so they have turned out very random indeed

typography - delicious shapes of, letters, words

the gentle eyes of velvety ponies & horses


angels and their glorious wings - this from the Burrellhand woven baskets & delicate corn dollies

hunting for old treasures - latest find, for the studio, mr O's brass top table (£2o)

wandering through old cemeteries & pondering the carvings there

finding beautiful images to photograph out on our walks.

faerie folk & arty self

this has been a mottled piece of scribbled on paper tucked away in a dark corner

for oh so very long (26yrs ouch!), unfinished when my arty self got lost

occasionally when i came across it, i would promise myself that

one day when i found my arty feet again, i would finish it

i didn't always quite believe - but

it seems i kept my promise

Illustration Friday ~ Climb

For Illustration Friday ~  climb, I made myself finish it.

I am so bad at finishing a thing, if i'm not just sure i like how it's going.

It's the perfectionist virgo part of me & its such a pest.

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Sometimes, all you need is a cuddle. . .

sometimes all you need

is a cuddle to make you smile again

from the mouth of babes . . .

beside my bed, sits a tiny, handmade wooden music box

it is very precious to me, a present from my dear grandad

and sometimes when it catches my eye it reminds me . .

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of one wintry evening, many, many long years ago

as i sat mulling & going over so many silly bits & pieces

(i have oft been a bit more of a worrier than i would prefer)

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my wee boy, cuddled on my knee, softly whispered in my ear

" find a little teeny box in the corner of your mind mommy,

put all your worries inside and they won't bother you there!"

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so, i imagined a little box, i carefully opened the lid,

i put those worries inside, i turned the tiny key

i forgot all about them, for a little while

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the next time i took those worries out,

they were not half as bad as i had first imagined

my wee man - he had been so very right

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i still use that imaginary little box, with its tiny key

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Children say the most wonderful things, don't they?

Do you have any tales to tell from . . . . the mouth of babes.