I’m happy to announce that we are developing a stationery range! The pocket notebook collection is available now, but over the next year, journals, notepads, calendars, wrapping paper and cards will be added to the mix. For several years, I’ve dabbled in stationery with licensing imagery to third party publishers, and although I really wanted to create and publish my own collection, it always seemed such a daunting task. But then the stars aligned (I befriended a graphic designer) and in between gin and tonic fueled talks, things began to fall into place. I should also mention that the range will be available for wholesale.
Here we are in our second week of October, which means that I’m into my second week of Schocktoberfest. This is a terrible tradition that John started years ago which consists of at least one scary movie every night until Halloween. This year there’s been a few iffy ones like the 1980’s classic ‘Chopping Mall’ which really had nothing to do with any ‘chopping’ (thank god) but rather three killer security robots in a shopping mall and lots of death by laser beams. In terms of actual ‘scary’, I would say the Conjuring 2 scared me the most with the creepy nun/man/demon thingy. I actually hid under my covers after watching that and sweated until I mercifully passed out. The Taking of Deborah Logan was also creepy and very well acted, and American Horror Story Hotel has made me never want to check into a hotel again unless it’s the Four Seasons– and even then I’m checking the mattress. I’m fairly certain that John will also insist that we watch ‘The Witch’ again because we’re pretty convinced that Finnegan (our beloved King Charles Spaniel) is actually Black Phillip, the mischievous devil goat. On occasion he gets the same glint of evil in his eyes.
Puff Sleeves, oil on canvas, 12″x16″, oil on canvas. For sale on etsy.
Like many people who spent their awkward years in the 80’s and early 90’s, I’ve had an aversion to puff sleeves for a long time. This blouse though, could make me get over it. The trick is to have the ‘puff’ at the bottom of the sleeve rather than at the top.
I’m still not over my aversion to perms, frosted pink lipstick, or balloon curtains though.
The Kidnapping of Edward Pink. Part Fourteen. Oil on canvas, 12″x16″. Sold.
I suspect that poor long suffering Edward Pink covets the coyote’s freedom. At least I think that’s a coyote. I’ve never seen one in real life and I didn’t bother to research what one looked like. So it could be a big dog or a wolf.
At first I was going for an ingenue look, then I changed my mind halfway and steered her towards a coquettish look. I failed at both, but I don’t mind. She’s complicated and obviously doesn’t want to be stereotyped. And here’s another example of smashing stereotypes.
I’m giddy with excitement over our lilac tree’s green leaves. Green leaves! After six months of grim winter grey and blecky brown… finally there is green in the garden. I’m also hopped up on allergy medication which is making me even more giddy. And it’s Friday! And there’s sunshine and I’ve just discovered the best recapper in the world (is that even a word??) of the reality show that I pretend I never watch but I really do privately– Southern Charm. Anyone who can draw an accurate comparison between Game of Thrones and Southern Charm gets a check mark in my book. Here’s the recap from the last episode if you do watch. If you don’t, please don’t hold it against me. I know I’m going to wake up in the middle of the night and wish I hadn’t wrote this.