Made by Wooni

Ba Ba soft sheep

I love making these soft little wonders. Baby hats tend to be an enjoyable endeavour, but these two have been quite the treat. One for a newborn and the other for an 8 month old. It was try and try again type of thing to get the sizes just right. Its not that easy to figure out when instead of crocheting in the round you are crocheting a long strip to be then sewn shut. Either way, I luckily figured it out and now thes two will be sent off to sit upon small little heads.

Since these were custome baby orders thay both will be recieving the freee baby birth announcement. I will be showing you the two options that I have once I am able to reconnect the scanner. But until then here is a taste

I will be listing these lamb hats as a custome made order in my etsy shop. So feel free and check that out!

the wheels do turn

I have been quite the busy worker around here. I have mantaied my daily walks up into the wild woods, until recently when I slipped and fell face first onto some very icey cobblestones....Since then our poor little lady has had to enjoy short outings to and from our garden. Also, the weather has not been very pleasant for wonderful walks. Today neighborning cars are covered in icicles and many highways and streets are inaccesible because of the ice and bone freezing temperatures we have and will continue to have around here.

Eitherway, I have been able to warm my heart and hands with little love drawings and warm wool. I have a long list of custome orders that I am itching to complete. 

 

I am very pleased with how 2013 has been going, and even though I had plans to open my shop in March. Here are a few previews of just a couple of things that will be there. I will have my prints available as cards, art prints, in addition to my crochet items. The little dress a mouse is part of my packaging freebie. I am still debating if It will just be a paper doll or also a postcard. We shall see

 

Take care :)

Well, its Monday

As most people wake up with that dreaded feeling of " uhh it´s Monday.." I wake up feeling " Well, its´Monday". You might not see the difference, but there is one. I both dislike and enjoy Mondays. I dislike waking up at 5:30 am. However, I do enjoy having Sarahs nap time be my personal time, and with that one and a half I can finally sit upstairs and feel productive. 

Today, started out as a "well, it´s Monday" type pof day and after an hour it turned into a " oh dear God, when will it end!" type of day. Mind you, I type this and it is only 1:46 in the afternoon......Basti, little number 1 woke up with all color drained out of his face and trying his hardest not to toss his cookies (if ya know what I mean...sigh) that of course I could not send him to school. He promised we would be nice, and listen and obey. He kept his word for about an hour until he lost interest in Sesame Street and wanted some toy that Sarah had.

It has been a screamingfest since then.

However, since he was "sick" they both are in bed as I speak, and I am allowed to recharge and be productive.

During that wonderful break I was able to work on the little promo gift I plan on adding to any lovely person that purchases anything of mine. It is a little Dress a Mouse, a paper doll that can either be a smartly dressed little boy mouse, or a cute as can be girly mouse.Unfortunately the intermission at screamfest was short lived, so I was only able to finish the boy version.

Earlier, while the two littles were half fighting/half playing, I was able to add some color to my business card. 

So, that is my monday. Hope yours is scream free :)

Cool Oma

As I sat in the doctor´s office, starring at the wall. This lovely lady walks in. She had orange sunglasses, and several pins decorating her lovely burgundy blouse. What a person. She begged to be turned into an illustration. 

redesign

A sneak peek at my new banner. 

What do you think?

favorite time of day

I love the smell of coffee, the trill I get when I feel its warmth run down my throat removing the stiffness of the night or the heaviness of a day full of chores or little screams from the littles. When I pick up my cuppa I feel exhilirated with the idea that it will bring strenght and comfort. 

I still have birds in my brain. I love their little fragile bodies. So off I go to enjoy my coffee break :)

The Black Keys - Everlasting Light

a new resident

There have been many sightings of this fellow, yet I have been the only one that has not seen him. He is commonly referred to as The bloody old fox. However, the mister describes him as a gentile faced insect eater. 

I have no problem with foxes, but apparently we are the only ones that think so. The other neighbor has seen it trying to get into the chicken coop, and it has been in the Weidenthal news circuits. I find it quite exciting since I am not used to so much nature and wild life, since I grew up in a big city. The only wild life I was used to were construction workers, old buses, fast cabs, and pigeons. Now I have to watch out for field mice, wild bores, foxes, snakes, ticks, and huge spiders that like to appear migically in my sink. I don´t even want to think about how it got there.

 

a little spell

After a spell of confronting the white page, I was finally able to create something that I am quite pleased with. I am still very infatuated with little houses, and am venturing the whimsical crevices of my mind that are dusty and full of cobwebs. 

ah the feel of happiness is very enjoyable.

Suspended

Just a fish mobile for illustration friday.

Burnt to a crisp

It is amazing how when you reach a low point you are able to have some clarity and see where you wanted to go. Well, I was laying on the seabed and right there in front of me I found a box full of old memories. It was a box full of words, papers, pens, books, paint brushes, pencils, erasers. It was a box full of my adolescent dreams of being a writer and artist. I am back on my original path. I still seem to have one firm foot on the soft seabed. And every now and then my foot seems to sink a bit deeper. However, my other foot is lifted in the air, pointing to the surface as a promise to return to the fresh sea air that will once again regenerate my soul. 

So I have, as usual, returned to the empty page and filled it with scratches and scribbles and doodles. 

Some silly

Some hopeful

Some for the moment.

It is a wonder how much it helps to draw and paint, especially with watercolors.