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…
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?
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!
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!
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…
Continue reading At Home With Lord Byron…
The American poet and journalist William Cullen Bryant once said that Autumn was the “year’s last, loveliest smile” and even though I adore the season’s vibrant colours, collecting horse chestnuts, the fallen leaves and the welcome appearance of the humble mince pie, I haven’t really had much to smile about lately.
Since September I’ve been tormented by the ‘Tooth of Autumn Present’ and although the pesky molar and I finally parted company last week, I’m now haunted by the ‘Tooth Ghost of Autumn Past’ which has had a severe impact on my daily cookie fix and has also kept me away from the studio lest I scare off any of the fellow artists with my wild look!
And as I’m still confined to barracks for a few days yet, I’ve been working on some exciting 12th scale projects while trying really hard NOT to feel sorry for myself particularly when I think about all that I achieved this summer over at the Mouse Town of St M’s when the weather was so much nicer… Continue reading One Last, Lovely Smile?