This was an old bathroom cabinet donated to me by an ex colleague.
Starting to get strange-ified.
Tuesday, 11 January 2011
masterpiece in motion
(otherwise known as work in progress!)
This was an old bathroom cabinet donated to me by an ex colleague.
Starting to get strange-ified.
This was an old bathroom cabinet donated to me by an ex colleague.
Starting to get strange-ified.
Saturday, 8 January 2011
Sweet Sentiment.
We're a lovely bunch over on Folksy. A mutual appreciation society for all things crafty. And I relish a bit of encouragement as much as the next person.
I was in touch with the smashing Sally from 'Sweetly Wrapped' recently, and was overjoyed, not only to receive lovely comments, but also this super-kind offer...
'Aww, thank you Emma :) I love your work too, it's very different. Are you in need of any bits and pieces? I have lots of little things I'd be happy to send you.'
Not gonna say no am I?!
I arrived home from work yesterday and couldn't have been more thrilled to receive this package. These weren't just any bits and pieces, this was a veritable treasure trove, which I cannot wait to incorporate into my next pieces...!
Any fab sweet wrappers I come across will be winging their way across to Sally.
Until then, you really ought to check out her little Folksy corner shop where she offers such delights as this popping candy card wallet, making spending so much sweeter!
click to visit sweetly wrapped :-)
And all for not much more than the cost of a quarter of your favourite spice.
Thank you, sincerely, for being so thoughtful Sally, and keep up the ace work!
I was in touch with the smashing Sally from 'Sweetly Wrapped' recently, and was overjoyed, not only to receive lovely comments, but also this super-kind offer...
'Aww, thank you Emma :) I love your work too, it's very different. Are you in need of any bits and pieces? I have lots of little things I'd be happy to send you.'
Not gonna say no am I?!
I arrived home from work yesterday and couldn't have been more thrilled to receive this package. These weren't just any bits and pieces, this was a veritable treasure trove, which I cannot wait to incorporate into my next pieces...!
Any fab sweet wrappers I come across will be winging their way across to Sally.
Until then, you really ought to check out her little Folksy corner shop where she offers such delights as this popping candy card wallet, making spending so much sweeter!
click to visit sweetly wrapped :-)
And all for not much more than the cost of a quarter of your favourite spice.
Thank you, sincerely, for being so thoughtful Sally, and keep up the ace work!
Tuesday, 28 December 2010
why I ♥ vintage...
...and I don't mean a well aged wine. Been teetotal since August!
No sir, I mean pre-worn, pre-loved clothing and accessories.
Trawling the chazza shops is a hobby I inherited from my Grandma Lord, who I am realising I am becoming more and more like. As a kid it would be a guilty pleasure, which I'd never have carried out in Doncaster for fear of being seen (hey, I got picked on enough at school!).
As I hit my teens and cared less about what others thought, I realised my home town, as well as having nearly as many charity shops as pubs, offered a wealth of treasures. I have often thought, and don't hate me Doncastrians, that this is because most of the inhabitants have little style...meaning canary yellow 80's two-pieces with musical prints, or neon pink leopard print Fiorucci mini skirts remain hanging from the rails, gathering dust and waiting for me to discover them!
I've also spent a lot of my life either hopelessly skint or manic about money, so second-hand has been the way to feed my voracious clothing appetite. I know people with more clothes, but I certainly know a great many with less.
So heres just a very, very, small selection of some of my favourites...
...and the kittens. They heart vintage also. Included is one half of the afore mention -ned two piece, and a cute-as-a-button purple print 60's number I picked up at a vintage fair at the Bloomsbury Lanes when I took a trip 'dahn sarrf' in early December.
When in London you also must, must visit the legendary Beyond Retro. Not quite as cheap as it used to be now word has spread, but you're sure to find some gems, like the pink sequin heels in the picture above.
Anyway, please excuse my poor image quality. No daylight plus ageing point and shoot equals appalling photos!
I mourn the loss of my favourite ever vintage purchase, and learned my lesson the hard way, after a eurovison night out at Bar NY a few years back, I stuffed this incredible pink and pastel paisley frock in the waching machine, to be left with it all felted together and several sizes smaller than it's own lining. ALWAYS, BUT ALWAYS HAND WASH!
I have no idea who the person in the background is. Or why I have a halo of green light above my head. This was a rather long time ago.
My replacement favourite is a black dress passed on to me by the mum. I hacked off the bottom to make it a cuter length, as with this blue dress scattered with oriental characters I neither know the origin or meaning of. Also from the Bloomsbury vintage fair. The black dress is particularly special because it's what I was wearing when I saw my Grandad for the very last time. He told me I looked pretty.
Vintage clothes not only bring with them their own histories. They keep on creating new stories.
Stay Strange xxx
No sir, I mean pre-worn, pre-loved clothing and accessories.
Trawling the chazza shops is a hobby I inherited from my Grandma Lord, who I am realising I am becoming more and more like. As a kid it would be a guilty pleasure, which I'd never have carried out in Doncaster for fear of being seen (hey, I got picked on enough at school!).
As I hit my teens and cared less about what others thought, I realised my home town, as well as having nearly as many charity shops as pubs, offered a wealth of treasures. I have often thought, and don't hate me Doncastrians, that this is because most of the inhabitants have little style...meaning canary yellow 80's two-pieces with musical prints, or neon pink leopard print Fiorucci mini skirts remain hanging from the rails, gathering dust and waiting for me to discover them!
I've also spent a lot of my life either hopelessly skint or manic about money, so second-hand has been the way to feed my voracious clothing appetite. I know people with more clothes, but I certainly know a great many with less.
So heres just a very, very, small selection of some of my favourites...
When in London you also must, must visit the legendary Beyond Retro. Not quite as cheap as it used to be now word has spread, but you're sure to find some gems, like the pink sequin heels in the picture above.
click for Beyond Retro online...
I mourn the loss of my favourite ever vintage purchase, and learned my lesson the hard way, after a eurovison night out at Bar NY a few years back, I stuffed this incredible pink and pastel paisley frock in the waching machine, to be left with it all felted together and several sizes smaller than it's own lining. ALWAYS, BUT ALWAYS HAND WASH!
My replacement favourite is a black dress passed on to me by the mum. I hacked off the bottom to make it a cuter length, as with this blue dress scattered with oriental characters I neither know the origin or meaning of. Also from the Bloomsbury vintage fair. The black dress is particularly special because it's what I was wearing when I saw my Grandad for the very last time. He told me I looked pretty.
Vintage clothes not only bring with them their own histories. They keep on creating new stories.
Stay Strange xxx
Thursday, 23 December 2010
Hoppy Christmas!
It's started!
Actually, I've been excited since about mid august. Excited is pretty much my average state of being.
But spent this morning making (somewhat over inflated) quiches and cleaning up ready for my family boxing day extravaganza, when, I heard the clatter of the letter box...(can't be that much of a backlog, mr. Royal Mail!)
If I don't count my work secret santa, and earrings from Kat which I chose myself, it's my first official Christmas gift! And no, I don't do waiting...
Actually, I've been excited since about mid august. Excited is pretty much my average state of being.
But spent this morning making (somewhat over inflated) quiches and cleaning up ready for my family boxing day extravaganza, when, I heard the clatter of the letter box...(can't be that much of a backlog, mr. Royal Mail!)
If I don't count my work secret santa, and earrings from Kat which I chose myself, it's my first official Christmas gift! And no, I don't do waiting...
The boy disaster is every bit as excitable as I am, and has to be involved whenever there's a camera about. Sadly, during the ten minutes or so he toddled round with a sequin stuck to his nose, he wasn't quite still enough to photograph (what was that about working with children or animals? Or animal children?!)
You can just make out in the bakground my latest work in progress. I intend to post about it as soon as I can get some better light for pictures -hey, the days are getting longer now!
Ugh no make-up! But check out them bunny ears, courtesy of the beautiful, bunny enthusiast Miss Flora Leung. She should sell these for sure! I'm subconsciously styling a zillion Gaga-esque outfits right this second... Merry Christmas Flo!
Monday, 29 November 2010
I love to hate you.
We are obsessed with Love. Songs, stories, cinema, sentiments. Not to mention real life and our quests to co-habit and pro-create.
The word itself has become almost like a logo, and of late has been rather a la mode -jewellery, clothing prints and what have you.
The trend is exemplified at its kistch, cute and quirky best on Folksy, not least in these four fabulous finds...
(Clockwise from top left http://www.folksy.com/items/1017253-big-love, http://www.folksy.com/items/594389-Love-letters, http://www.folksy.com/items/719513-Love-Print-Knitted-Jumper, http://www.folksy.com/items/826665-Love)
Amazingly 3 of these sellers have yet to make sales on Folksy, so get over there and have a look!
I like to be a bit strange as you know, quite contrary. I thought I'd go against the grain and celebrate that other extreme and passionate emotion -hatred. And as I like to juxtapose the opposite ends of the spectrum I chose to combine ridgid, stencilled, hateful lettering with all things sweet, sparkly and candy-coated -i.e. I Hate Nice Things.
This will be on sale in my Folksy shop as soon as the snow stops casting its odd, eerie glow over every photo I try to take!
Soon to come, a love of all things grim, ghoulish and gross, or Love Turns to Hate, for all you Eighties Matchbox fans out there...
Stay strange xxx
The word itself has become almost like a logo, and of late has been rather a la mode -jewellery, clothing prints and what have you.
The trend is exemplified at its kistch, cute and quirky best on Folksy, not least in these four fabulous finds...
(Clockwise from top left http://www.folksy.com/items/1017253-big-love, http://www.folksy.com/items/594389-Love-letters, http://www.folksy.com/items/719513-Love-Print-Knitted-Jumper, http://www.folksy.com/items/826665-Love)
Amazingly 3 of these sellers have yet to make sales on Folksy, so get over there and have a look!
I like to be a bit strange as you know, quite contrary. I thought I'd go against the grain and celebrate that other extreme and passionate emotion -hatred. And as I like to juxtapose the opposite ends of the spectrum I chose to combine ridgid, stencilled, hateful lettering with all things sweet, sparkly and candy-coated -i.e. I Hate Nice Things.
This will be on sale in my Folksy shop as soon as the snow stops casting its odd, eerie glow over every photo I try to take!
Soon to come, a love of all things grim, ghoulish and gross, or Love Turns to Hate, for all you Eighties Matchbox fans out there...
Stay strange xxx
Sunday, 10 October 2010
Further Good Things That Happened Lately...
Been a bit absent lately. Not been at my best for one reason or another. So took a few days and some time out oop North to convalesce.
Mother took me to Carnforth Station, used as the setting for the 1945 classic 'Brief Encounter'. Probably my most favouritest film ever, even ahead of 'Gone With the Wind'. Lead actress Celia Johnson has the saddest eyes ever seen, as she recounts her tale of infidelity, guilt, and the violence of fleeting and unconsummated passions. If you haven't seen it you must. Pure cinematic heartbreak.
A reminder that -'this misery can't last'. And won't last.
Plus we took tea at Betty's and I stocked up on bathing goodies at Emma's Apothecary, Skipton http://www.emmasapothecary.co.uk/
How fabulous we Emma's are :-)
Am starting to learn about CBT, and am realising that I need to overcome my intense fear of relaxing.
Oh, and I've begun to realise that the best nights out are sans alcohol. And that friends understand when I need them to.
(also finished my trinket box)
Stay Strange x
Mother took me to Carnforth Station, used as the setting for the 1945 classic 'Brief Encounter'. Probably my most favouritest film ever, even ahead of 'Gone With the Wind'. Lead actress Celia Johnson has the saddest eyes ever seen, as she recounts her tale of infidelity, guilt, and the violence of fleeting and unconsummated passions. If you haven't seen it you must. Pure cinematic heartbreak.
A reminder that -'this misery can't last'. And won't last.
Plus we took tea at Betty's and I stocked up on bathing goodies at Emma's Apothecary, Skipton http://www.emmasapothecary.co.uk/
How fabulous we Emma's are :-)
Am starting to learn about CBT, and am realising that I need to overcome my intense fear of relaxing.
Oh, and I've begun to realise that the best nights out are sans alcohol. And that friends understand when I need them to.
(also finished my trinket box)
Stay Strange x
Thursday, 2 September 2010
Work in Progress.
Trinket box based on one of my favouritest quotes, Matthew Chapter 6, Verses 19-21:
'Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal:
But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where theives do not break through nor steal:
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.'
I'll let you know how it goes...
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