Thursday, June 29, 2006

Time-poor!

So much to do, so little time..... apart from the 'making-a-living' stuff that is, the list is growing. I owe a couple of people emails, I need to get some self-promotional illustrations, then there's some nice little watercolour sketches I could put on my blog...oh and must write my blog (I missed yesterday, oh well you didn't miss much). Order some curtains for Mum,hit the weedy garden again, design my new web pages, get shot of some stuff on evilbay...argh! Stop the list I'm getting dizzy!

All this and I have to make a list for Hubby and son who are soon taking Boris the elderly VW camper for it's inaugural trip, down to Cornwall. Son has just finished his GCSEs and this is the chance for him to blow off a bit of steam. To save money they're sleeping in Boris (something that we won't be doing when we go down en famille in late July/August) If I don't make a list of stuff to take they'll end up in the middle of nowhere without matches or pans. Suddenly I realise they don't have a kettle and may have to take the nice Le Creuset one from the kitchen, talk about posh! The van now has a nice big gas bottle for it's two-ring and grill cooker so I expect they'll survive. Sleeping bags are purchased, some ghastly plastic cups and plates from Tesco and a coolbox. The main thing is that they'll be able to get all the surfboards inside the van; a big improvement on strapping them to the roof of the old BMW for the 300-odd mile journey. How exciting was that in windy weather?!

Here are a couple of shots of Boris inside, showing a few bits ready for the off and the cooking arrangements. On top of the cooker is Rocky, the glove puppet otter. Bought by some surf chums for son years ago he's been with us on every surf jaunt since.

Leaving day depends on the surf reports but Boris can't hit the road before Saturday as his road tax isn't valid till then. So that'll leave Charlie and I to potter about the house for a few days, up to a week, even if the surf gets good. Perhaps I'll pamper myself a little!

Speaking of the old BMW, we waved goodbye to it at last, yesterday. Neil, the builder who's doing our house renovations, took a shine to it and bought it off us to do up. It's done us proud over the years, never let us down and as mentioned before, has lugged the surf gear up hill and down cove for 7 years without complaint. I hope it gives Neil as much as it's given us.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

A right Charlie

Charlie, the Scribbly Cottage resident troublemaker has been chasing his rugby ball into the inner of the futon sofa again. This time the camera was handy so I snapped some pictures. At times he disappeared right down out of sight under the top layer! He loves burrowing through the layers for it! Luckily it's only layers of upholstered foam down there and nothing sharp; his
only worry is making sure nobody sits on him!




Monday, June 26, 2006

Just a quickie

I've been working today on a game board for a spread in a kids' annual. It's the most fun thing I've had to illustrate in a while. I'm savouring it, taking as much time as I dare; but another job is pressing... corrections (not my errors, incidentally) to a job for abroad; dull stuff but necessary.

When the board game is published I'll post a reduced version here. In the meantime, here's a sliver of it:
All done with the digital watercolours in Painter on my trusty old Mac.

Well, must go and get tea ready...more tomorrow. And I'm hoping to get some sketching done tonight, so watch this space!

Sunday, June 25, 2006

A nice day...

What a nice day it's been today at scribble cottage. Warm and sunny, but not too sweaty. Time to take off one of my raincoats!

The garden was cleared up a bit, a weedy patch went to make way for some kidney bean plants the neighbour donated. The old-fashioned roses are looking and smelling divine, but there are still stacks of weeds to pull out. I only ever use chemicals if I really have to.

Went to see my Mum ; her garden's looking fab too. She has a man who comes to help keep it tidy every couple of weeks, but she claims he uproots as many of her precious plants as he does weeds. Calls himself a gardener!

All this and hubby put my plate rack up in the new kitchen! He hates DIY and so I'm appropriately grateful. I spent hours last week doing a 'distressed' paint job on it, it looks a bit better than the orangey varnish it sported before.

To finish the day I took a glass of red vino into the kitchen and cooked a lovely lean bacon joint (from the butchers in the next village) and served it with potatoes, carrots, onions and a parsley sauce. Yum!

Charlie buried a bone in the garden, then dug it up again and ate some more of it.

Oh and I'm told England beat Ecuador in a world cup game. (I'm more of a rugby gal myself)

Days like this don't come much better. Ahh, simple pleasures!

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Well, everybody else seems to have a blog, so I thought I must gird my loins, set my jaw and probably brace myself, too, if I'm to join the happy throng. My first attempt was a mess of holiday snaps which looked like they'd been arranged on the page by the dog, so that's gone now and I'm going to try again. Not. you'll be grateful to note, with holiday snaps though!

So...I'm an illustrator by trade, at which point most people ask whether they've seen my work. Well, maybe if you're an avid reader of educational books, I've done a lot of them. Also if you buy your kitchen rolls and tissues (and toilet paper) from Boots or some of the main supermarkets you may have bought a design of mine (for which I thank you; I never buy decorated tissue myself), I've done tissue boxes featuring Puppy in my Pocket and Rupert Bear and lots with flowers on. Mostly it's the educational market for this country and abroad that keeps me going though; courtesy of my lovely agent Graham-Cameron Illustration.

I live in a village some 15 miles south-east of Lincoln, UK with my surf-hunk hubby and teen son and our 7-year old (ish) Jack Russell terrier Charlie, whom we rescued on January 4th this year and love to bits. Charlie is a rough-coated ruffian whose hobbies include chasing balls, scrounging biscuits and having his tummy tickled.He's also partial to pinching socks and running off gleefully with them.


Today hubby and I took Charlie for a walk out of the village and along farm tracks. Weather was lovely. Our usual walk route has been blocked off by building work, which is a great shame; so we had to create another route and this isn't bad apart from the fact that it takes a bit longer to get away from the road and into the fields. We usually see something interesting on our jaunts. Sometimes the barn owls hunt during daylight hours; they're fab to watch. We get lots of hares round here too and you can get quite close before they bolt. Charlie doesn't bother with them, strangely. There were poppies out today, and fields of blue flax looking like weird uphill lakes. I took a photo but the light was wrong and it wasn't a good shot. I'll try again tomorrow.

Had a bit of a shock when Son -and-heir decided he was going to hoover out and wash down our old VW camper (named Boris)! That child and the hoover are strangers, and to see him wielding a bucket of soapy water and a sponge was too good an opportunity to miss! I can't put in the other photo as he was giving me a two-fingered salute!



His sudden enthusiasm is entirely down to the fact that we haven't had Boris that long and he's spent a lot of time being made road-worthy at the local garage and we just got him back. Hubby and son want to go off for a jaunt in him for a few days to make sure all is well before we all go down to Cornwall in August. Anyway, the bus is now clean and sparkly and the rust patches are being treated. It will have a respray some time when finances allow. I keep thinking I should perhaps do an arty job on it, being an illustrator an' all, but I suspect I won't have the time. Son is adamant he wants the bus to remain black, I think it's a bit funereal. Sigh.......