Have your cake … but don’t eat it

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I machine-sewed another felt wrap, based on the pencil-roll project in The Creative Family; Melody will now be able to carry along her crayons on the long train journeys we’ll be making over the Christmas period.


With the many smaller remnants in the crayon box, I had some fun making crayon cakes – an idea for which I must thank CraftSanity. Here they are before …


… and after 10 minutes in the oven on a low heat.


They were so pretty as they melted that I had to resist the urge to grab every crayon and oil pastel in the house and bake ’til we had a stack of cakes in rainbow colours climbing to the very ceiling. Fun though it might have been, I would have regretted it.

And I’ve had cakes on the brain, it seems, because I have also crocheted these little fellas – based on a pattern by KTBdesigns – to go with M’s tea set.


Lastly, my Christmas cards for this year, of which I’ve made only a handful.


This is one of the simpler designs from Paul Jackson’s wonderful collection of paper creations, The Pop-Up Book, which I recently tracked down at my local library, having found much in it to delight and impress me when I first browsed its pages years ago.

My Christmas card-giving has diminished over the past 14 years. This is, I suspect, the very last time I will send them.

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Jottings and Giottos

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A small plush turtle, a sugar packet, a shell, cypress trees and a mini cheese pie: such things as dream holidays are made of. I should have posted this as part of my previous entry, but it was threatening to become ridiculously long, and I would hate for anyone’s scrolling finger to suffer repetitive strain injury on my account.


Pen & watercolour in Canson journal
A quick word on these “Giotto” wax crayons, which I picked up at the mini-supermarket in Alyk√©s to amuse Melody when we were at the apartment. For 2 euros 20 I wasn’t expecting much, but WOW: these give up rich, vibrant colour (more so even than Crayola, it seemed to me, though this could have had something to do with the warmth of the Zakynthian climate) and they’re washable too! I brought a second box back home with me, but am as yet undecided as to which of us they’re for …

Boast post #1

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I knew (ok, I hoped) that it was only a matter of time before I’d be forced to share this sketchblog space with my daughter: her father and I did, after all, buy the poor child a t-shirt bearing the legend “future artist” while she was snuggled up, unsuspecting, in the womb.

And here she is, putting her crayons through their paces. Wax crayons … wax pastels … oil pastels … It will surely be a natural progression!


Computer meltdown means I’m presently unable to scan her scribblings to share with you, but she has astonished me lately: at 17 months, the experimentation and expressiveness that goes into her mark-making is undeniable and, to me, very exciting.