Weekend Afternoons.

I love having a bit of down time on weekends to poke around the house and fuss with my beloved house plants. I have a nasty habit of taking cuttings of our favorite plants so that I can litter my friends' houses with house plants too. In the process of course I find our kitchen, and every free window sill overflowing with coleus, geraniums and so on.


I took these cuttings sometime last year. I've grown rather attached to the christmas cactus. I'm not sure we'll be able to part ways.


I received this amaryllis bulb for Christmas. It feels as though it is sprouting a few inches day. I can't wait to see it flower.

F is for Frick

I think I need to get into embroidery in a big way. Nothing says classy like a monogram hanky. This is from the Frick side of the family.

Grey days of February.

While giving the studio a thorough tidy I came across a stash of old hankies I've been carrying around for years. They were given to me years ago by my mother and if I'm remembering correctly some of them were once my grandmother's. The delicate stitches on the thin white cotton captures my attention every time I pull them out. I started a few studies in watercolour attempting to mimic the fine embroidered patterns.


I'm still new to the world of watercolours and have much to learn. My grandmother prided herself on using watercolours as a medium, saying that pastels were 'just too easy, if you make a mistake all you have to do is erase it!' After binning a few pieces already I'm thinking it might be time to switch to pastels.