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I asked for inspiration…

And I got it.Bucketloads of inspiration.The artsitic ideas are whizzling away inside my head at a rate of knots.

Thankyou.

Liz suggested that I make something that your mum would have just loved, pour a ton of love into it for her and for yourself, and then just give it away, release it to the universe.

Kate’s suggestion just made me want to hug her Could you make a bowl? a platter? a vessel? Something that might hold all your words? Maybe then they will be free and ready to come out again??

River sent me a photograph of her curtains and tablecloth which has given me a whole new set of colours to think about in relation to the new bowls/platters that I am working on at the moment.

Lots of people requested mugs which is a timely reminder that I need to practice pulling handles, so that my mugs don’t look like they have elephant’s ears stuck on their sides.

Thankyou.

So it was with a quiet spirit of renewed energy that I stopped at Mum’s on my way down to the shops yesterday morning. I was feeling optimistic and not quite so sad. Whilst we were parked in Mum’s driveway XXXX spotted my car and came down to fuck up my mood and my morning. No polite preamble of how are you going? No token inquiry asking after my children. No tact was displayed at all. He morphed into a fucking vulture before my very eyes.

XXXX came into Mum’s house and bluntly asked what I was doing with Mum’s buffet.Then he wandered over to Mum’s woodheater and started blathering on about how he needed a new woodheater, he had already asked me if he could do a swap on a previous visit *sigh.* Then after Jeff had steered XXXX outside he pointed to the fence and asked if we wanted the star pickets?

My head nearly exploded at the cheek and insensitivity of the man. Does he think that Mum’s home has suddenly become the rural supply shop for the district and that he can just loot the place, gut the house of all its fittings and pull down all the fences? Don’t answer that…

So it was in a shattered frame of mind that I continued on down to the shops.I bumped into a friend of Mum’s at the supermarket and we had a bit of a cry together in the deli section and I came home with chocolate instead of ricotta.

I listlessly poked at some clay on the table and when it didn’t speak to me, I surrendered to the couldn’t be bothereds and zoned out to the footy.

This morning I woke up full of ideas again, thanks to you my lovelies.

A windchime with words inscribed into the chimes to peal my grief into the ether. A reflective bowl full of love and laughter to restore my sanity. Something cow inspired to make me smile and a font for holy water to soothe my soul. All these have come from you and I thank you.

My giveaway will be open all this week and you can comment over there more than once. There are 23 comments over there at the moment.It would be nice if I got at least 50 so there were a lot of numbers for the random number thingy to whizz through.

Don’t be shy,click over and comment and you might just win. (pretty please)


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  • Veronica August 10, 2009, 11:16 am

    I love the vulture photos. It’s exactly how it feels.

    xx

    And I don’t mind if my mugs have elephant ears. It would be quite cool actually.

  • river August 10, 2009, 5:25 pm

    Sounds to me like XXXX needs a star picket right up the a***. I’m glad we all gave you so many lovely ideas. Now I’m imagining mugs with elephant ear handles, one on each side, and a trunk on the front, little tail on the back. Made for children.

  • river August 10, 2009, 5:26 pm

    Oh, the trunk and tail should just be drawn on, and a couple of eyes too.

  • Mrs. C August 10, 2009, 10:01 pm

    Does XXXX own the house? Is XXXX a relative?

    I would probably handle the grief a little different and have gutted the whole place the very afternoon my mom died. I don’t know. We all handle grief a bit differently.

    Or maybe I would leave the whole place alone forever. Hm. I guess we don’t know what we’ll do until we are faced with it. Try to forgive XXXX. I notice you didn’t ask him to leave, so he must have some right to be there.

  • Avril August 11, 2009, 2:13 am

    Had a quiet chuckle at your XXXX photos! I’m sure you felt good (afterwards) finding the ugliest photos to represent this person

  • Melinda August 11, 2009, 4:26 am

    I have run across so many people that reminded me of XXXX! Good luck with you to that–and glad to see you were able to get some great inspiration.

    Melinda

  • Jayne August 11, 2009, 10:13 am

    I have room in the vegie patch for XXXX.
    Just heard from The Spouse’s family and a great aunt passed away – her sons could double as XXXX, cept I know they live in Vic.

  • Sharon August 11, 2009, 12:49 pm

    Sometimes XXXXes should just be ‘beamed up’ and not brought back again!

    You take all the time in the world to deal with your Mum’s place and don’t be pressured by anyone on the disposal or otherwise of it or its contents.

    Hugs

    PS I’m glad our collective ideas gave you back your enthusiasm.

  • Hyphen Mama August 11, 2009, 4:14 pm

    Those are wonderful creative ideas!

    XXXX needs a clubbing to the head! But he sounds like he’d be a PERFECT receptacle to deposit some of your angst… next time he comes snooping around.

  • plumtree August 11, 2009, 4:27 pm

    I’m sorry you had that frustrating experience with XXXX. Sounds like it’s one of many. Lashings of holy water coming your way!

  • river August 11, 2009, 5:16 pm

    @Jayne–just how big is this veggie patch anyway?

  • Tanya August 11, 2009, 10:33 pm

    stupid me was wondering what photos until I realised there were links…lol.

    now I’m looking at the links having a giggle.

    some people can be represented by animals….

    If you were into pots you could make pots of pretty coloured glazings to go in the special garden. then there would be colour all year round. I’m glad I dont have the gear or I could see 100+ coloured pots at my house…

  • lceel August 11, 2009, 11:49 pm

    I guess XXXX has made it to your shite list.

  • lceel August 11, 2009, 11:51 pm

    Oh – and I ADORE the idea of windchimes. I entered your giveaway – only to put my vote in for windchimes.

  • Barbara August 12, 2009, 1:43 am

    Words escape me at the man’s sheer effrontery. Pillock.

  • Jientje August 12, 2009, 10:51 pm

    what a bastard!

    That windchime is such a wonderful idea.

  • Joyce-Anne August 15, 2009, 3:23 am

    I love the windchime idea. I adore them!

    Argh, XXXX needs his head examined. Don’t worry “what goes around comes around.” I believe he’ll get his due.

  • Casdok August 16, 2009, 1:15 am

    Very inspired ideas.
    And i also believe in what goes round comes around.

  • Sarah August 21, 2009, 2:46 pm

    You do lovely work.