Thursday blog and graveyard kindness.

Most people have a best friend and mine was Alison she lived a street away George St, we met when we were 5 and we are still friends today, it was not always plain sailing though.
We must have been around 8 years old Alison had an aunt who knitted her dolls and teddies clothes and I was jealous of them, so one day I stole her teddies coat with the penguin buttons Alison knew and made me give it back and to compensate her I had to give her my Enid Blyton book along with a shoe cleaning kit that someone had given me, goodness knows why I had that, and we still laugh about how she made me pay, thing is I can't stand people stealing and would never do it myself, so a good lesson was taught, another thing we used to delight in, was going to the local graveyard, we would read the gravestones especially those of children and if there were no flowers we would steal a few off the other graves (I did say I would never steal but this was different) and place them on the ones without, we loved the graveyard.
There are many stories but this one is by far the best, Alison took care of her toys and possessions at the time she was an only child as I had brothers so I did not, so one Easter she had a chocolate rabbit the kind with a coloured foil wrapping and it sat on her dressing table, Easter came and went I had eaten mine and destroyed the foil long ago Alisons rabbit sat on her dressing table for weeks I kept asking her when she was going to eat it, and she just kept saying soon, it got the the point where the foil was peeling off and it really annoyed me, in the end Alisons mum was also sick of seeing it and put it in the dustbin much to Alisons dismay.

New thimble necklace for those who like sewing.

Ok these are not the best photos but we get the idea don't we, love vintage thimbles and sewing items even though I do not sew.x

Thursday blog creative life happens and painting by numbers.

Well here again folks, yes after my brother was born I was not the center of attention and why would I be, my parents must have realised that art was in my DNA and bought me painting by numbers, spirograph, various colouring books and an etcha a sketch, along with the normal girl toys, I loved my Barbie with the wind up hair, she married Ken and they had a baby, also loved playing with my brothers cars and making traffic jams, I was not an evil child but remember I got hold of my mothers stiletto heel shoe and hit my brother on the head with the end of the heal, I had made an actual dent, fortunately no harm was done, we had another brother by the time I was 6 so I was outnumbered and my dolls paid with their heads, by this time I was aware of some of my parents social circle, Uncle Basil who was a friend of my fathers, he worked for Sadler's Wells and was always encourage me to take ballet lessons, there were a lot of very theatrical people coming and going in our household.
My grandmother (fathers mother) had a very big influence on my life, I loved her to bits and I was her favorite because I was the girl she had always wanted, she would spoil me and buy me outfits that my mother could not afford, she used to take me to Betty's Cafe in Bradford and also Busby's (a department store), Betty's had a rotating cake display in the window, I always had toasted teacakes with butter, the same in Busby's, I loved these outings with my Gran, a photo of my grandmother and grandfather in Saltaire.

Composing a blog about your creativity.

I have come across some wonderful blogs in my 6 years ish of using the internet, mostly creative souls like myself, thing is I am crap at writing about my creative process as it has evolved in many ways for different reasons, so I have decided to blog about my life because the reader will see how my life is intertwined with being creative and is rather bonkers, so here comes the first instalment and you grammar police will just have to grin and bear it.
I was born in 1957 in Shipley in the north of England and my parents and I lived in a terrace house in Saltaire, my mother had met and married my father in Scarborough and had come to live in Shipley, by the time I had arrived they had moved  to Saltaire, my father worked at the Metal Box Company an engineering Co, I remember the christmas parties they laid on for the children of the workers, great food and films, one year we even went to Leeds to see a pantomime, my mum stayed at home as she had little old me to look after, when I was 2 years old I killed the family cat, well not really but probably helped the poor thing on its way, shamefully here is a list of what I did, threw the cat out of the bedroom window, put it in the twin tub washing machine, threw it at the coal fire, and apparently delighted in holding its tail and swinging it around, this pedigree siamese cat died of a cold virus and my mum told me the cat had gone to jesus, a year later my brother was born.
More next Thurs.

More new stuff and too many other things to do.

I have made some new cards and I should be making more jewellery, lots to finish off so later in the week should be listing on Etsy, so far have had no sales on Folksy, its very hard to get noticed out there, you can tweet and blog till the cows come home, I did have one of my heart decorations make the handpicked items on the front page of Folksy, not too bad when I have only been there for 2 to 3 weeks.