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I have few words and even less will to write them. These past few weeks have seen a shift somewhat, and I’ve rarely picked the camera up. Changes are afoot, and the who the what and the when are still nebulous clouds to negotiate.
The boys and I celebrated the solstice and have hunkered down ever since. Family paid us a visit which contributed to the feel of holiday and cheer and we’ve slid seamlessly to the end of the year. Time to take stock, make plans and grab the new year by the horns, so to speak.
I wish you and your family a wonderful year ahead. Here’s to 2017.
Last week the boys and I took ourselves off for a few days to a cottage on the edge of the sea, in the middle of nowhere, to recharge, unplug and reconnect.
We did a whole lot of nothing in particular, but it felt like we had stayed months and months. Staring into a fire with nothing more demanding than making tea and crumpets is a great way to get things into perspective.
The boys had a fine time, and me, well I felt as though I could finally breath for the first time in years.
I’ve been enjoying getting quite a few prints out into the world. I enjoy making up the parcels – trying to imagine what it is like to receive them. I think the best part about independent crafters is how special they can make their packaging, and the personal touch that many include. I love making the envelope look like something exciting, and I hope the contents don’t disappoint.
With each order that comes in I am truly humbled. I never take this for granted. Love really does go into each one.
In a rose-coloured flower vase above my bedside table, for want of a better place to shove them, lay the sum total of years and years worth of adventures, attested to by remnants brought home from days out: tickets, stickers, receipts. I had grand plans of making a scrap book of such things, not only for our own memories, but also as evidence of ‘educational days out’ should any official demand to know what we do all day (thus diverting him from the real answer which would be ‘laundry, fight, and minecraft’). I finally realised that record keeping is not me, and instead of trying to organise the mountain of receipts that lay rammed in the jar, finally conceded that ramming things in jars is about my level. Going with the flow I found this box and stuck some maps on it to give the impression of artistic flair and organisation – then I emptied the rose-coloured vase and rammed everything in the box instead.
It sits in our living room, alongside our memory jar, and every so often the boys will take a rummage through it, and more often than not, remember a funny thing that happened. We mostly forget the bickering that obviously went with the experience and remember the fun we had instead. It’s a good way to remember the places we’ve been, but more than that, it’s good to remember the people we’ve been.
I like nothing better than a good shuffle. Nothing revitalises a space more than working furniture in different ways. Alas, I have no room to move furniture, so I do the next best thing: I move the smaller things instead.
The sitting room got a reshuffle in this way, with small whatnots being moved from here to there, hither an thither, and last week I gutted my ‘studio’ (AKA ‘corner of my bedroom’) and shoe-horned in a new set of drawers just for my art supplies. This not only revitalised my room, but actually had the bonus of opening up more space! Meaning revitalising my crafting mojo!
I also rediscovered my great love of Ikea – because if anyone has aided the plight of the tiny house householder it is those good people with their clever space-saving devices.
So now that the house has had a good re-arrange, clear out and revitalisation I feel set moving into this new season: a place to come together as a family, and a place where I can make things in a mess-free zone!
The days are short; the rain is long. Blue skies no longer bring warmth. I can’t deny it any longer – winter is close at hand.
With the shift in season so too comes a shift in our seasonal decor! I like to keep things fresh by bringing the outdoors in, and by acknowledging where we are in the year with just enough cosy to make it all bearable. Down came the autumn foliage and up went the evergreens. Inching our way to the solstice I’ll find any way to make these short days beautiful.
I’ve been enjoying working some illustrations up in watercolour and gouache. After showing some images over on instagram several people asked about prints, and so after much deliberation I’ve decided to offer a few prints for sale to see how it all goes. It’s been a long time I last sold prints, and I haven’t offered originals for a while either.
I’ll offer two sizes in each print, A5 and A4, which you can request before checkout.
They will be archival quality prints printed on acid free 190 grs. Bockingford Inkjet watercolour paper (designed to give sharper images with truer colours) with an Epson Stylus Photo R2400 printer. All prints will be signed and dated in the front.
All prints and original watercolours will be shipped flat inside a cello bag inside a stay flat envelope with a clear DO NOT BEND sign in the front.
Prints ship from UK.
* DISCLAIMER * Colour may vary slightly from what you see on your computer and to what your receive due to different screen configurations. The purchase of this print does not transfer reproduction rights © Deborah Qalballah
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