Make Something, week two.

Stars

When we were in class six, an epidemic of measles broke out in our school. All the children who hadn't been vaccinated were bundled home hurriedly by their worried parents with instructions from our teacher to complete a project of their own devising.
I was one of the only children left at school, and spent my time making a small model aqueduct to go across a cellophane and cardboard valley whilst my friends relaxed at home, making rissoles and echidna hats to there hearts content. When they returned, the threat of a measles outbreak then overcome there was a large show and tell project of what people had been doing. One girl had made a night sky full of small origami stars that I instantly fell in love with. I was very jealous of her night-sky and although she patiently tried to show me the delicate art of paper folding, my results never reached the celestial (excuse the pun) heights as hers did.

The other week, inspired by various tumblr images, I decided to revisit my past, and create for myself a small galaxy of sorts, and make some paper stars.

This is how you make them.

The End.

Make Something, week one.

Since I've finished school there has been alot of things I've been learning. Such as how to avoid sleazy chefs and kitchen-hands intent on possesing  ones heart (or grabbing ones bottom) and whether moisturiser works as conditioner.

On of the things I haven't been doing however is making things, that is to say, not on the regular basis of the Steiner Child I once was. And so, I have ventured out, with great trepidation, to the world beyond hessian and large block crayons to more sophisticated forms of self expression, such as; what can one possibly make out of the glutt of googly eyes that have accumulated in ones draw for the past three years.

My quests, which like so many other well intentioned ideas, did not start with any particular inspiration, rather a wim to occupy a particularly boring thursday afternoon. Here it is, I will endevor to learn to make a new thing every week from now until the time where I shall be drained of all artistic juice and merrit, and left lonesom and wandering, without a DIY to tie me to this earth (read about two weeks). So I humbly present the first of my making sessions, the crocheted hat.

I made this for my dear little squeak of a niece Mina Maybe, I have not sent it to her yet and so I hope her head hasn't grown too much.

I just free-styled it all the way from top to bottom, so no pattern today.

So that was that, a small green hat.

The End.

My friend Tara

Meet my friend Tara.

she is very nice,

she drinks tea till her fingers are wrinkly,

and steals roses from gardens.

She loves all things wild and beachy

and cackles and becomes whimply at the slightest gust of wind.

She casts spells and has the dearest blackest little cat you have ever seen.

Her room is matchbox small and filled to the brim with interesting things.

In her house is always open and welcoming.

The door is never closed, nor the walls attached for that matter.

It is filled with kind and beguiling people,

most of whom just tuned up and never left.

She is a true english Rose,
who's parallels to Elli from Girls in Love are numerous.

Her back up career is a mad cat lady.

She falls in love with many boys, 

most of whom fall instantly back, 

or get tangled in her copious hair.

She brims with fairytales,

but is much to fiercely indipendent and humour-full to pass as a princess.

She is very much a Brier-Rose

but one that has become wild an tangled and full of birds nests.

She 

is 

a 

lovely

witchy 

friend.

Tricks from The InterWeb

Ooh look at our tricks

Aren't we fabulous?

Sure brings a new meaning to a formidable bust

I'm not sure many people could top that...

Tea anyone?

My friend Iona

This is my friend Iona

She is seriously cool with a capital K.

She likes to paint, and fashion horses out of squishy liquorice.

She doesn't like tea or coffee but happily sips scalding water.

She likes to make rude jokes with her eyebrows.

She has the bestest snug ever.

She lives in a house with a bat, various rat(s), some possums and a sweet dog named Bandersnatch.

She has a murky crocodile infested dam...(not really)

and a very witchy wood (really) where we chant spells and pick blackberries in the moonlight.

She doesn't like Stupid Deaths (HH) or too much Vegemite
She introduced me to the pain of depilation (waxing)

We sit and hatch plans, huddled on her bed eating jammy hot toast surrounded by her collection of beautiful things and our dreams of taking the world by storm. One rain shower at a time.

Her back up career is naming paint colours.

One of her plans is to have a cat called Harvey Growl and a child called Polyester Cotton.

She speaks Franglish and Japanglish with surprising fluency.

We have a plan to go to the South of France and pick grapes till our mouths are stained purple.

She is lovely.

P.s I was a clutchpig and nicked this horsey girl from a my fav site to waste eye time on.... Retronaut