Thursday, 20 February 2014

⧈ A toy hotel for Zee B ⧈


I wanted to share this, a simple project that taught me that having a lack of resources can be a GOOD thing. 

I found myself living in a beachside room in Cape Town, the one place in the world where fresh air is really really um... fresh. It hurls in straight from the Antarctic. It's gulp able, restorative and sometimes full to the edges with negative ions. And it never stops rolling in over the endless metronomic waves. It's exhausting to watch for too long. It's like thinking about infinity. Ouch.
Whilst living in this beautiful location and watching this endless sea, I didn't have any furniture and Cape Town prices for second hand stuff is waaaaay too expensive for temporary measures, so after making a bedside table out of a cardboard box and a scarf I got an idea. A creeping little voice that wouldn't go away. We had a young lady staying with us who needed to put her toys and clothes somewhere tidy. I decided to embark on a project that cost a few pence, was hours of fun to make and is now an iconic shelving system. 
INSERT PROUD FACE HERE

If anyone would like to make one you only need some cardboard boxes, masking tape, newspapers, wallpaper paste and paint. I got a load of cardboard boxes from the Wine Shop. Wine in Cape Town is delicious, high quality and very well priced. They also have lots of strong boxes to throw away which I pounced upon. After deciding my arrangement I started to bind the boxes together with masking tape. If I had access to better supplies I would have probably used a gaffer tape or possibly even soaked strips of fabric in white PVA glue but this was the first time so I can give you the fruits of my learning curve. 

This is what it looked like at that stage


I then added a few extras to make it seem more interesting to an investigative child,  I added a secret compartment and a decorative heart cut from the cardboard. I wish I had added a couple of metal rings that screw into things as it would have been cool to hang things from it too, bunting, jewellery, key rings, goggles etc...


I put a lot more masking tape on after I snapped the above image, I wanted to be sure the boxes would stay together and the tape wasn't very good quality, you can see it starting to peel off. Next task was to tear free newspapers into strips, I used a piece of wood, You could use a strong ruler...put the newspaper piles under it with a strip sized piece showing and tear strips against the wood edge. 

Make your wallpaper paste up, a bit thicker than the usual wet slop and I pulled the strips of newspaper through the paste and used my fingers in a scissor action to wipe off the excess slop. It was messy, we did it outside. Kids get bored with this after a while so just let them have a go. You get to do loads of it. It helps that it was sunny and breezy in Cape Town that week. 
Patience is required and a certain meditative quality sets in as you glue strips, wait for them to dry and then start all over again. It's papier mache essentially. I did the back, the underneath and the insides of boxes paying special attention to box joints. The boxes get wet and warp but that just adds to the charm for me, they can be propped up whilst drying. It is very fragile when wet but brittle tough when dry. I think I managed about 5 layers of paper before I got tired of it. It looked nice like this, I left it to dry out for around a week. It shouldn't be moved whilst wet, get someone to help you if you need to put it in a drying place. I sat it on newspaper which I peeled off after. 
Here's a close up of those joints, layered up with extra strips...if I did it again, these would get reinforced with plasterer's scrim mesh tape.
The heart detail needed a bit of jiggery pokery but in the end I wrapped newspaper through and around the heart opening.
I painted the whole thing with white emulsion, it was the cheapest thing I could find and I was now on a mission to spend as little as possible.  
I managed a couple of coats, it took ages what with all those surfaces.

At this stage it actually looked like I imagined it would which is an achievement in itself for a creative idea being born into reality. It's easy to get distracted on the path of making but I was quite tenacious about finishing this and I did have a little helper who was really enjoying the making. She didn't really understand where I was going with it all but she mucked in like a Mini Trooper Art Assistant Deluxe.

Ready for embellishment (although I liked it like this)
the light and shadow make enough of a pattern for me.

I wanted to dwell on my favourite architecture in Cape Town for inspiration.


But these are my ethereal and wafty artist ways and I had to attend to the important matter of getting this project finished and accepted a helping hand from a very excited young lady.


What would you have done with it at this stage? I would love to know...

We set about making a kind of English Garden Theme as we had done a lot of birdwatching, plant picking and garden viewing. A little corner of Cape Town was made into an English garden to remind us of home. No sketching, straight in with paint and brushes. We donned knickers and headscarves and painted an afternoon away. The very best thing to do whether you are 5 or 50.



Spot the garden worms for the birds to eat?
Insects and bees and frogs and dragonflies and birds, of course.
And a throbbing pink heart thrown in to remind us all of what is important.
When LouLouLOves makes something then the heart has to become part of it.
Little ZeeB wanted to sit in every shelf when it was finished but she didn't quite fit which was just as well. It's a tough piece but not a climbing frame.
But it gave me an idea to make a puppet theatre in the same fashion.
I might do one with Aubrey when he get's older, a circus booth for putting on 
The Greatest Show In Town.

And here is is in situ, in all it's glory.
The piece is still used a year later as a toy hotel and is much loved.
I want to make another one, a grown up one...
Cost £7.50. 


Monday, 17 February 2014

⊙ On the road again ⊙

Think of this as my come back tour.

Thanks for coming over...


My desk this week and it's in London at the moment. There is a new studio being built behind the hedge and it's so exciting and time consuming and I have had to retreat from the chaos. I can see a tree from the window here and a church spire and there are birds that chirrup away all night as the lights don't seem to go out. Ever. So, still the birds sing for me as I potter around...even though I am in the heart of the city.


This was me being blown around by the wind in Cape Town this time last year. 
This year it's a much breezier and colder winter. 
I hope you are all safe, warm and dry despite the weather battles...

The photo below was the beach at Muizenberg, Cape Town, also this time last year. That's not the sun, it's a full moon. Amazingly. What a place...I've got so many stories and sketches and photographs.  I got full up to the brim with ideas when I was there, now I am fruiting them, growing them into reality.


I'm not going to go into a monologue about where I've been (just busy alright?)  I want to get back to posting my work on here as it is a great record for me to look back. And however wonderful crammed my head is with STUFF, being a creative is sometimes incredibly isolating. If anyone is still out there, then HELLO... IT'S GREAT TO SEE YOU.

Here's an anemone, it made me happy.
My mum had them as her wedding bouquet and I've always loved them.

I'm going to be back very soon. 


Saturday, 22 December 2012

☁ Hey you..get on my cloud ☁


Hello.
Strangers.

It has been a whole year since I posted. 
Unbelievable.

Friends kept asking what happened to my blog, I felt guilty as though I was neglecting something vital...of course, you all know the feeling.
I got so busy with work and making a new life that it just slipped off like a loose knot and I didn't even notice it had gone. When I was blogging and sharing I felt such a part of a community and I miss that. I still read all of your blogs, on long journeys, jet lagged whilst trying to sleep in strange beds and during snatched lunch breaks. If I could, I would still be showing and sharing and maybe soon I will. There are lots of interesting things all simmering and bubbling under the surface ready to break through into reality. Exciting.
Life is full.
This year we had my Meg's wedding. A shimmering memory of pastels, watercolours, vintage and lace. I was so determined to really be present that I didn't take one single photograph. There wasn't time. It was like putting on a show. Once. No time to think or linger. Meg and I had been sourcing, foraging, crafting and creating for so long and I documented most of that and now it is all done I ought to show you. The wedding was like a Pinterest explosion. Absolutely charming and I cried ALL the way through the ceremony. Then I became a grandmother and I am completely in love with a baby boy. I'll come back and fill you in on 2012. It was the best year ever in my whole life. Suddenly everything tilted into bliss and peace.
For now, I would like to wish all of you a very happy holiday season. 
Merry Christmas, Happy Solstice...
we made it through another year. 

Here is my grandson.... Aubrey Joseph. A cherubicchristmasangelboy.
I am as proud and happy as a kite on a cloudless breezy day.

Happy New Year to you all.


Saturday, 24 December 2011

*⁂⁂⁑⁑ let it snow ⁑⁑⁂⁂*


LouLouLovesChristmas

I'm wishing all of my friends a warm fuzzy love filled festive season.
May all of your wishes come true.

Thanks for all your concern and well wishes. I am fine.
Went to China, had a rotten time, couldn't face blogging
All of this will pass.
Back soon.
XXX

Thursday, 21 July 2011

笇 Noodles and mountains here I come 笇


writing bones
If you could be bothered to decipher the above diatribe you wouldn't gain much from it anyway. I have a huge pile of lists of things to do and the more I tick the more I add.
I can't even tell you about my work at the moment as it involves 75 amazing six year olds and I can't post photos or details of it just yet. Maybe when the project goes public. All I can say is it has been BRILLIANT and the kids were gorgeous. I learned so much and ALL their names and feel quite sad to wave them all off to the juniors. We did an incredible design project and I feel I can pull a proud face.
Then another flurry of secret squirrel activity involving illustration, books and publishing which I also can't divulge on the bloggo. Not until it gets to print. I've a million ideas under wraps....I just have to be quite discreet until things start to bear fruit. Hence my complete lack of information. I'm sure you understand. 
So, I have got nothing to show and nothing to tell but just thought I would fly in before I fly out again next week on my mission to China. I'm sure I'll have some show and tell then. 
My suitcase has hardly cooled down this year and I may as well have left it packed.
Quite excited but apparently unfazed. Bored of sitting at airports and God Bless the iPad. For without it I would be a lonely traveller. Next blog post might invoke noodles, mountains and humidity and from my freezing feet here in summery/wintery July that sounds like a plan.

Monday, 4 July 2011

❨❨ esprit de l' escalier ❩❩


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Summer is racing through...I know I won't catch up with it now. Long days of snoozing and reading were de rigueur in India and now I am working hard and planning for my impending trip to China. I think it's going to be rainy season when I am there.
I really have no idea what to expect. 
I think I may love it. 

But first I am submerged in a great project in a wonderful school, spending my days with gorgeous bright sparky kids. Double gated securely in the middle of an Essex estate. I am having the time of my life. This is real. Real life. Real lives. Children with no precociousness and grubby shirts. I only see smiles and love, all day long. Kids and teachers. I could skip around the playground. And probably will at the end of term. I feel like the Pied Piper some days with straggles of little jumping Jacks and Jills following me to our studio.

I had such a strange moment this weekend, I came face to face with someone I really admire and completely lost all my speech faculties and felt such an idiot on reflection. The person in question was Jamie Oliver, a famous UK chef who has done so much work to change the way we eat here and made some very admirable efforts towards social change too. I got introduced to him at Feastival which was a great little festival set up by JO, lots of food and music on Clapham Common on a sunny day. If it is on next year, then please go if you are in the UK. Highly recommended. Friendly and interesting and 100% of the profits go to charity. I was there as a guest and very nice it was too. 

As the evening came to an end I found myself being introduced to J.O himself and having swigged a couple of cocktails I had been swaggering and bragging about what I would say to him if I got to meet him. 

After an introduction I warmly shook his hand and said Jamie, I'd like to thank you for three things, Red Thai Curry with Jasmine Rice in the 30 Minute Cookbook, School Dinners and your Ultimate Christmas Gravy. I also told him about the amazing project I am working on in schools and how I loved the School Dinners campaign and how it joins up to similar practises I share with my own students. Oh we had a proper tete a tete. 

In My Dreams.

REWIND<<


After being introduced I stood there racking my brains as to how to start a convo without sounding like an idiot, a simpering old woman or a crazy fan. My mouth opened and closed and Jamie, the gentleman that he is, smiled encouragingly and dear reader. I failed. So, on he moved without a backwards glance at what could have been the beginning of a lifelong collaboration in improving the lives of children and my culinary skills.

Can you hear that thwacking sound? That's me, kicking myself. 
Jamie, I came across as an idiot with a grin. I am sorry. Can we try again?

Friday, 6 May 2011

➛ open studios ➛


open studios flyer

The day of the Royal wedding dawned and we forgot! Well, we had no tv, not much internet and the Kathmandu Post didn't have much to say about it. I'm guessing it was different for you whether you were Stateside or Blighty Bound. We were completely oblivious to that dress or that kiss or the ridiculousness of those hats; my girls in the studio have no idea who William and Kate are. They still don't. 
We'd planned a little open studio day. The girls picked flowers on their way through to work...a small mountain posy for our table. We had been making new stuff for weeks and wanted to show it off...the jewellery workshop next door was doing the same. I was nearing the end of my two month voluntary placement and it seemed like a good time to have a show. A kind of semi colon to my time here.
Here's how our studio looked and a sneak peek at some new products that will be making their way across the seas to be sold via an ethical fair trade company in the UK. 

mountain posy

We had piles of albums and notebooks that have all been handmade by the girls, all of the paper and materials are locally sourced in Kathmandu, Nepal (not an easy feat at all) and I think they did a grand job and I felt like a proud mama. Sometimes, it's really hard to not dive in and say I'll do that when I see struggling fingers and hesitant hands but I resisted the urge as they'll have to continue producing this stuff without me watching over them. I'll just let the images do the work in this post. I am quite happy not to blather on for once.

heaps of folds


stitch tower


spines


print laundry


table display


hand printed swing tags

I'll let you know in due course where the products can be bought to support the charity...

Sunday, 17 April 2011

ᗗ saying a prayer for them ᗗ


one bowl, one flower, many prayers

Who am I to ask for prayers to be answered, for wishes to be granted?

I just add myself to a line of devotees and hope that some of their Godliness will stick. Their goodliness might brush shoulders with my sadness and form an apex of wishes granted?
Visiting Bouddhanath, site of many a pilgrim's dusty hopes and wishes, 
I joined the peace on a sunny,wide bluesky day. Tangled in an alleyway of seller's tatters I felt the calm, the sanctuary of my surroundings immediately.
What a beautiful place to spend an afternoon. 


With the eyes of higher beings on you the whole time.
Be Good, Be Good, Be God.


bouddha

Walking around and around the giant stupa and ringing spinning bells in full fat sunshine, metal warmed by wishes and worn by wringing hands...


what goes around comes around


what comes around goes around


I go around again and watch the birds looping the loop and the whole circle,
the whole circus that this circle is, soothes me and I smile 
and it is returned again and again.

Bells at Bouddhanath

bird flurry


Buddha


i could have danced all night


keeping the fires burning

Everything moves here, flickers, dances, jumps, the flags leap and roll in the breeze, people circumnavigate, dust rolls from the  stupa, the eyes of an ever watchful God are fixed. I roll around and say out loud my prayers, are they like birthday wishes? They might have to be kept secret. 

keep the flags flying

I'm not tired of bunting, flags, blue skies or beautiful places yet. 
This place is a confirmation of joy.

say what you like

And this one is for you, my lovely friends who inspire me, send me words of encouragement and  wonderful messages of hope and love, I thank you, I thank you and I am keeping the prayer flags flying. And I am keeping going and I am trying to live up to what you think I might be. I think I saw the eyes wink. 

endless prayers