Heigh Ho! Heigh Ho! It’s Off to Patreon We Go…
But WHY Patreon?
Although I love what I do and cannot imagine myself doing anything other than this – I know that in this crazy world of mine that it’s impossible to survive on fresh air with only a diet of hope and the occasional box of donated teabags.
The glue, paint, wood, tools, paintbrushes, fabric and all of the other lovely stuff I use to create my imaginary worlds costs money and if it didn’t – I would either be crawling over hot coals to get to this ‘Land of the Free’ or I’d be spending time at Her Majesty’s Pleasure.
And even though I may never own a fabulous house in Miami Beach or travel back in time to take tea with Jane Austen or shop at dusk in a hamlet populated by crones and goblins or enjoy a delicious supper with a talkative hedgehog – I can still have wish fulfillment in 12th scale… Continue reading Heigh Ho! Heigh Ho! It’s Off to Patreon We Go…
Make a Bed for Byron? Yes? No?
Listen! Can you hear that crashing sound? Yes, that’s the sound of yet another New Year’s Resolution demolished!
As my intention was to have shared some news with you dear reader at least once a month, this is my February post even though even though we are now enjoying the third day of March.
However, as the rest of the calendar year consists of eleven months of at least 30 days; this would be day thirty if it were any other month other than February.
Not that I have anything against February for not only was I hatched and matched in this month, but I also met my ‘other half’ on the 29th and lest we forget, it is the month for a profusion of chocolates, expensive red roses and some very dubious love tokens as Cupid’s Arrow flies forth… Continue reading Make a Bed for Byron? Yes? No?
Happiest Day of My Life? It REALLY Was!
With an arm firmly around the waist of her adoring husband and as she gazes up at his handsome face; Nicole talks about the ‘happiest day of my life’ to the videographer on the eve of her wedding day and perhaps if history had taken her and her spouse along a different path; February 2 2018 could have been the 33rd year of her union to one Orenthal James Simpson.
Alas, their union as man and wife lasted a mere seven years and all that remains to us of that fateful day in 1985 are the poignant images of the happy couple and that unanswered question; ‘How could it have all gone so terribly wrong?’ Continue reading Happiest Day of My Life? It REALLY Was!
To Merryworth Town!
Fortunately, the vision for St M’s Parish Hall has been realised and this old and quaint parish hall has been created as a place for celebration and busy social interaction for besides the Christmas Coffee Morning to raise funds for Shelter- a UK charity offering assistance for those threatened with the loss of the very roof over their head and a Big Brekkie during Christian Aid Week.
We’ve also made ‘Pancake Promises’ for Lent… Continue reading To Merryworth Town!
With THOSE Mice Away – Let’s Play!
Nestled in a fictional place known as Merryworth, the Mouse Town is a 12th scale model village and St M’s Church, a parish hall and a collection of shops including ‘Mollie’s Tea Room’ and the ‘Leaf & Maple Flower Shop’ are all to be discovered there.
St M’s is also home to a gang of unique mice, a brood of chickens and two Little Big Cats who love nothing more than sharing the tales of their musings, ministry and mishaps from Merryworth Town…
Although I should add that I’m usually the one attending to most of the work including the designing, creating, researching, blogging and the cleaning up! Continue reading With THOSE Mice Away – Let’s Play!
At Home With Lord Byron…
As an artist AND a passionate devotee of Regency History who loves to create a scene and not only of the hysterical kind; it is perhaps only to be expected that I would create a Regency inspired miniature.
Inspired by the life of the poet – the ‘Ghost of Piccadilly’ is the story of a 12th scale historical house which has enjoyed world wide recognition – however, the story is FAR from over!
Follow me as I step inside Number 13 and return to the year 1815…
