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Make a mid-century style chair from a conker, dress pins and yarn

Walking through the park the other day I saw my first conkers of the year…
Conker

I love them; how they feel so smooth and shiny in your hand…

I have fond memories of my granny teaching me to make ‘fairy’¬†furniture from the fallen conkers in her back garden…

See below for how to make one using a conker, dress pins and some yarn!

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Lobster / Snobber

Lobster / Snobber

If the words Vomit, Flu, Deadline, and Lethargy had been some of those omitted from the Junior OUP Dictionary, I'd have done quite well these past four days of Every Day in May… I don't seem to remember them on the list though, so I get back in the saddle with Lobster instead.

I used to have a rubber lobster bath toy that I think I ate the antenna, or at least some of the legs of.

I couldn't say lobster then ( I was v small) so he became a snobber instead. So here are some dancing Snobbers. (Lino-print / acrylic / some scribble & Photoshop)

Moving Pictures

I’d bought a copy of the The Adventures of Prince Achmed about 4 months ago, but had never got around to watching it. As my mum was coming over for the evening for a belated Christmas evening, I suggested we watch it…
"errr…. that’s what I got you as your Christmas present!"

Doh! Anyhow, we watched it and were transported into a magical animated world; it was hard to remember the silhouettes were all hand cut, the animation stop-frame and this done in the 20s.

The new edition has beautiful saturated colours, swirly and smoky effects that make you really think hard as to how it was achieved and delicate, delicate silhouettes.

It reminded me of the Kingdom Under the Sea book I had as a child with illustrations by Jan Pienkowski and of the magic lantern slides I’d seen on a barge in Little Venice. Perhaps on the puppet barge? I love the pic from the early 80s which exactly evokes my memories of the lock from when I was small :)

Close to Nature

photo from flickr

Up at 7 on a foggy Sunday morning (made ever-so slightly worth it by seeing participants taking part in the Brighton Run), then 4 hours on a train / bus / train to Dorset for my grandma’s housewarming… after 20+ years of living in a thatched cottage worthy of a chocolate box portrait, she’s moved to the ‘big city’ (about 4 miles down to road, pop. 2,920). The new house is lovely, and of great import to me, has beautiful deep windowsills; big enough to curl up on with a book. These windowseats and their cushions are one of the outstanding memories I have of her last house, and I’m pleased to see the tradition continue… maybe it’s a Dorset thing… Anyhow, she seems very settled and happy in her new home, and I wish her many happy times in it.