Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Watercolor Gypsy Camp

Here is the attempt at the gypsy camp cart in a watercolor painting.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Watercolor Painting Flowered Cottage

Watercolor Rough Rider

A little western theme this morning. Love the look of the cowboy shirt so accessorized.
Rough Rider Children learn by copying and I think artists do too. This cowboy was inspired by N.C. Wyeth, I really enjoy that families work.

Friday, March 25, 2011

That 60's Baby

Guess Who?

Watercolor Farmhouse and Flies paintings

Buzzing Fruit Flies is one of my December oil paintings I'm listing it on ebay because my house is overflowing with paintings.
Grandpas Farmhouse is a watercolor painting and I love the way it feels so Anrew Wyeth.

Watercolor Rocky Beach and Colorful Seas

I've been painting up a colorful storm because there is going to be a showing of my latest works at the Coffee Bar 1012 in April.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Little Irish House


A few years back I met my sister in Bali. We hadn't seen each other for a long time and one thing she asked me as we were walking along was "Have you made up any inventions lately?" I thought that was kind of an interesting question and said "No, not lately". Turned out, in my travel journal I had sketches for about 5 different garden inventions to save money. That was an aha moment for me. My sister in this way knew me better than I knew myself. So what to do with all of these inventions? If you have any ideas let me know, otherwise I am going to just share them. This weeks invention was born out of riding to the grocery store on my bike without bringing adequate carrying bags. I have a whimpy little basket which could in no way carry a half gallon of milk. So, I thought they should make some of those annoying plastic bags with one long shoulder strap like a messenger bag for wayward cyclists or mothers who need to hold little hands. My first thought was backpack straps, but the messanger strap would do in a pinch.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Easter Peep Chick

Still haven't been able to bring myself to paint an adult chicken, so here is a baby peep chick. Etsy has been a bit of a drag although it does keep me working on my sewing. I thought I would give selling paintings on ebay the old college try. If you are interested...

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Amy Butler has knitting patterns

Amy Butler has some knitting patterns on her site now. I was surprised, in the past she has mostly sold fabric and patterns for sewing. Although quilting is not my forte, with all of my extra scraps from sewing this free pattern is on my list to try out.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Plaid dress

Love this dress with the sash belt. I know just where to get the fabric.
Today I wore one of my creations and felt very stylish in a summer dress over jeans, with a wool sweater and coat over the top. Found some cute patterns.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Watercolor Painting Gypsy Cart

I found this site while looking for inspiration for the gypsy girl in my painting. Gypsy Girl's Guide
This is my painting.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Emily Carr

Emily Carr captures the northwest the way that Gaugain captures Tahiti, in Carr's paintings, you can feel the enormous presence of the trees and the overwhelming sense of green.
A lot of people are painting chickens now so I thought I would watercolor some Eggs.
A little crochet.
New dress.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Ubiquitous Rain

ubiquitous -being everywhere at the same time It is March so if the complaints of the ubiquitous rains seem tedious and never ending that’s what it is, rain, rain, rain, ceaseless and never ending. The sky gray and hovering pressing down like a moldy washcloth, one day of radiant sunshine would evaporate the mood, but it never comes. Honestly, that beaming orb in the sky never comes. I lived in the Kilmer Homestead on 7th and Eugene. One day, a man who seemed to be in his hundreds stopped by to tell me the story of his house. His mother raised him and 10 children in this little ramshackle house. He fashioned a story of him and his siblings walking down to Chimacum creek at the base of the wooded hill every day to get drinking water and all were happy as kids at a carnival to do so. Believe me I was rather embarrassed as I lived in that house alone, well; Alan the Irish shed-boy rented the out building from me. The dining room was my “Dance Hall”; I had an antique queen sized bed to myself where I would eat bon-bons and promise every morning to kill the moles. “I never did have the heart to kill a single one. I strung Christmas lights around the dance hall and hung mirrors on all available wall space, bought the loudest stereo I could afford, a 3 pack cd set of Disco songs from days past and invited friends to clomp on the old growth hardwood floors for hours on end. I forgot to mention that the Christmas lights were altered, the greens and blues were combined and the reds and yellows were combined so as to make a kind of strobe light effect rather than a Christmas effect. It was decadent compared to housing 10 children. How dare Mr. Kilmer come by and humiliate me so. Not only had I the entire house and full attic to my working self, but never once had I walked down to Chimacum creek to get water or to see the salmon swim upstream or etc. The house was falling apart, one time a friend came from Seattle and remarked “groovy” I love all the angles. I gave her a “look” out of the corner of my eye that said without saying. That is the floor you are talking about, there are no angles in this shack. The rains kept coming. I have this theory that wherever a person lives they have a phobia concerning their house. When I was a child my parents built a new home on the edge of a forest, my fear was fire, enormous, raging forest fires. Living on a hillside with a creek at the base lent to a phobia of landslide. With all of the rain, I was convinced the thing was on the verge of dumping down the hill becoming one with the salmon. The downpours continued, eventually, it came, the big slide. I felt the house rumble and shake, rumble and shake, I braced myself for the crunching and smashing down the hill. Although the house kept rumbling, I didn’t feel the slide, just more rumbling. I looked outside and nothing was moving. The little brown cabin and I weren’t heading downward, but rather back and forth in a good sized earthquake. Imagine my relief. That little shack in Irondale has a great many stories I hope this sets the stage to them all.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Watercolor Fashion Illustration

Working on my watercolor fashion illustration skills by studying some of my contemporaries.
If I could find these Vintage Weitzman Rainbow Platforms in my size I would make a little dress inspired by Ralph Lauren and move to California where I might actually be able to wear them.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Gypsy Cadillac

If you don't have a Gypsy Junker or better yet a Gypsy Cadillac in your neighborhood, perhaps a move is in your future.
Living a gypsy or tiny house lifestyle has many sides to it. Best of all being that your paycheck is your own. A few bucks for dance clothes, a lot of bucks for a new car and the rest for travel, food and fun.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Tiny Architecture & Frankie Magazine

Frankie Magazine This seems like an interesting magazine to follow if only online. I linked to the submissions page, in case I get any big ideas.
This little house was in the New York Times recently. It is referred to as the Gypsy Junker, tomorrow I will show you a picture of a real Gypsy house from nearby that I wouldn't at all call a junker.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

The Cloud Making Machine

When I see the Mill, I see it empty for a few years and then turned into a series of complex spaces for housing artists and showcasing their works.

Friday, March 4, 2011


Love these looks, I think I may be a Missoni fan.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Pretty Pink Plaid

A Box of Treasures from mom in Minnesota. She keeps me in vintage supplies!!!
Ophelia's Pretty Pink Shirt Dress in plaid.