Thursday, 15 January 2015

Everything Stops for Tee...

In addition, I am also frequently to be located within the annals of Regency history and in particular the year 1815 as the design for my abode for the delightful Lord Byron called 13 Piccadilly Terrace circa 1815 continues...

'A Portrait of Lord Byron in the Hallway of 13 Piccadilly Terrace in the Year 1815'

And although the pots of distemper paint, lime wash and brown mahogany wood dye have been packed away for the moment, a large cardboard box containing the gorgeous silks for the soft furnishings awaits...

I can handle fabrics that I can glue but, alas, the art of the needle is beyond me!

'The Drawing Room of 13 Piccadilly Terrace in the Year 1815'

It is fortunate that as I am also an enthusiastic social networker who travels through cyber space to the lands of Blogger and Facebook, tumbling into Tumblr and ‘tweeting’ to Twitter, I have been able to meet other miniaturists whose skills can more than compensate for my shortcomings.

Artists such as Louise Goldsborough of Angelique Miniatures have positively embraced the art of miniature couture on my behalf and Hayley Bedells of MiniMunchies has managed to create a delicious feast or two for my ‘Small World’ inhabitants which is something my own family have been known to long for!

Now what I most long for is a nice cup of tea and perhaps a chunk or two of chocolate!
Bye for now!

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It's Tee Time!

I am also the artist and designer of St Margaret's Miniature Parish Church and Parish Hall which is an old church and a parish hall with a scruffy and charming graveyard that captured a sense of our history and yet is forever changing... a peaceful place for reflection and thanksgiving that remains "alive" with the human presence.

Celebrating Pentecost at St Margaret's Parish Church... Somewhere in a Small World!

It was the artist Henri Matisse who said that "there will always be flowers for those who want to see them" and although I am no fan of his work, I do love his philosophy!

For many years I lived and breathed a world of flora and fauna as a floral designer and although my life has taken many strange twists and turns since I began as a 'green-fingered' recruit in my teenage years; there will always be a place in my heart for a flower or two.

'Something Blue' Cheerful Pots of Daisies Await...

Having already created 'Bouvier's Flower Shop' several years ago, I have simply been unable to resist the opportunity to design another small world of flowers and so I have created the Brentwood Flower Market which now can be found nestled within a quaint Tudor building that has all the appeal of a typical rustic flower shop and which remains alive with the human presence.

The Brentwood Flower Market Prepares for All Hallows Eve...

Bye for now..

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When in Doubt... Brew Up!

I have been creating small worlds in miniature for over ten years and the passion to design and create a miniature world remains just as intoxicating and challenging! Which, I might add has also left me a little lighter in pocket!

Vision and inspiration for the creation of my small worlds comes to me in all different forms, the pages of a history book perhaps or a television drama series or even within the pages of a contemporary magazine I find myself reading while waiting for an appointment!

'The Terrace Garden of Nicole's House...'

My small worlds have included the Gothic Castle Dracul perched on a snow covered mountain to the trendy and "hip" Themis, a fashion boutique inspired by the "Swinging London" boutiques such as Biba and Granny Takes a Trip.

There is also Surf's Up!, a surf store that is complete with it's own beach and guaranteed beautiful weather...

'It's Time for Lunch... Somewhere in a Small World!'

 And "Dolce Vita" is a fantastical Patisserie that can be found in a shopping street on the All Hallows Hamlet  which is a collection of fantastical magical buildings where the weird and fabulous collide!

'Decisions, Decisions...'

I have even created Marilyn Monroe's bedroom as reported by the police officer who had discovered the body of the movie star in the early hours of Sunday August 5 1962...

'Cursum Perficio' The Journey is Over for Marilyn Monroe...

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Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Memories of a Magical Christmas...

Christmas, 1993, was blissful in the O.J. Simpson household. A 6-ft tall tree sparkled in the family room - decorated with gold bows that Nicole had lovingly made by hand...

Carefully wrapped gifts were piled under the tree and the atmosphere was warm and festive...

Cora Fischman, her prominent doctor husband Ron, and their children, Michael, 11, Leslie, 9, and Nicole, 5 were guests at O.J.'s pre-Christmas celebrations at the Rockingham Avenue mansion on December 23...

"It was a magical night," Cora recalls. "Everyone felt it..."

They sat down to champagne and caviar while the kids feasted on pasta and chicken from Rosti, their neighborhood Italian takeout restaurant...

Explains Cora, whose kids were eagerly looking forward to spending part of the festive season with Sydney and Justin: "Christmas brings the young child out in everyone..."

"The kids had been getting very excited about opening the presents. Their expectations were rising all night..."

Nicole and Cora had decided in advance to be "sensible" and keep their presents to one another under $100. 

"So Nicole gave me a fake Chanel zippered pouch," says Cora. "I still carry it with me every day. I gave her a huge jewelry box covered with a tapestry print that came just under the limit at $99.99. Nicole loved it."

Cora says: "Nicole absolutely loved Christmas and always insisted it should be spent with her family. She told me, 'It's a time for bringing loved ones together...'"

Nicole's Last Christmas...
Star Magazine
December 27 1994

It was only after I had bounded up the stairs and into the warm and festive loft, did I realise that I was not the only visitor to Nicole’s house this Christmas Eve…

For perched upon one of the beautifully gifts piled up under the tree was none other than Murphy!

Determined not to intrude upon his thoughts as he gazed upon the portrait of Nicole from underneath the tree, I crept quietly away and left my gift in another corner of the room.

However my presence had not gone unnoticed and as I went over to have a chat with the feline, I saw no sign of the usual playful glint in his large copper-coloured eyes…

To Be Continued...