Let me start by clarifying that I am not obsessed with butterflies… but they are such wonderful subjects for 3D artwork. I made this recently for a friends little girl Maddison who was born several months ago. Let me take you through the easy… Read More
Back in the house-hunting days (which seems like an eternity away, although only eight weeks ago!) we stumbled across a garage sale. In truth, my finely tuned senses probably chose the house to view because it was next to a garage sale. At a glance my husband was hesitant ‘there’s nothing worth looking at in there’, which was like a red rag to a bull… the determination led me to my find.
There it was, my wooden (3 piece puzzle) hippo. Displayed on the table along side old kitchen utensils, items from the garage, and some homemade rum balls.
It was calling my name. I knew straight away I could show it a new life, be the catalyst for its rebirth. I could see this project immediately.
Walking out, my husband asked me what I bought, he really shouldn’t have been surprised when I showed him a wooden hippo in my hand.
This project has taken me a lot longer than expected, which can be blamed on the multitude of boxes I have had to pack between each stage of this rebirth (it has also dawned on me that I have spent 2.5 years bringing a lot of unnecessary ‘things’ into our home). We are moving home in 4 days, and the fear of my half-transformed hippo getting packed into a box, and not given any love for another week or so, spurred me on the complete it before the removalists arrive.
I have a thing for butterflies at the moment – maybe it has something to do with the current metamorphosis my life is undertaking right now. We have sold our home in the city (Melbourne), and bought a block of land on a golf course, about 800m from the beach in Torquay (all in the one week). Hence the reason I have been a little quite lately.
My husband and I joke that we have brought our retirement plans forward about 30 years – and I can’t think of a reason why we shouldn’t. After all, life is to be lived – isn’t it?
Yes, I did say land (no house – yet!). You will all be blessed with living the exciting experience of designing, building, decorating and landscaping our new home – the next year will be Hey Bernice! on steroids.
You may not want to admit it, but I bet every one of you has a secret stash of shells at home crying out for a purpose. Collecting shells is a funny pastime, because you rarely do anything with them (unless you were one of the many who made shell mirrors in the 1980’s – and we all know that fad came and went very quickly). Being the hoarder that I am, I have to keep all my shells – after all, I have spent hours hand-picking each one out from the crowd, why would I throw them away? However, the dilemma remains – what can I do with my shells?
With so many friends having babies lately I have really struggled to find quality (and aesthetically appealing) nursery decor for presents. I don’t know about you, but I can’t buy a present I don’t like myself, and because of this little idiosyncrasy I was left with no option than to start making nursery decorations to give as presents. (there will be several future posts about the options I have come up with)
Since launching Hey Bernice! in December I have had a steady flow of donations from family (Thank you!). The picture here is a sample of the beautiful asian inspired paper my sister gave me at Christmas time. They are small squares of gorgeous patterns (my generous god mother Norma kindly gave my sister and me kimonos made from similar patterns when we were young). I have plans to get crafty with them tomorrow, and will be sure to write a post about the outcome (I’m still mixing and matching options in my head for this exploit).