Do you ever have random memories just pop into your head, things you haven't thought about in years then all of a sudden without knowing why they just invade your head space. I had one of those moments the other day and it made me smile so I thought I would share it.
Years ago we lived on a 10 acre rural block that we had developed from a rundown orchard to a promising, productive market garden and grazing block. In the middle of this block I set aside 1 acre to grow Dried flowers. Helichrysum, Stattice, Poppy Seed Heads, Gypsophlia and any other flower or plant that dried well.
We would hang them upside down on drying racks suspended from the high ceilings in the sitting room of our old farm house, it looked amazing and I loved how I could grow them, dry them and use them in the crafty creations I was into making at the time.
If you don't know how big 1 acre is, it is a large area and you can grow a LOT of flowers so the majority of them would be packed up and sent off for sale to Turners and Growers auctions so they needed to be of a high standard. They needed a lot of looking after, weeding, nourishing and when they were mature they needed to be picked every single day.
This was the part I loved most because at the time my 5 year old daughter Pine and I would pick the flowers together. After school she would get off the school bus, have a little rest and an snack then off we would go down into the garden with our cane flower baskets over our arms to pick the flowers. I had 3 older children but I would always take Pine because she was the only one who would pick the flowers correctly, she new just how open the flower head should be, and the right length the stem should be picked at, all of this was important so that you got the best out of the crop and for a five year old to take all of that in was nothing short of amazing. She would get $1 per day for her effort and for years after she said she was going to be a Florist when she grew up, I guess somewhere along the way she changed her mind but she will always be my flower girl. As for today, I wouldn't know one flower from the next but I still cherish the memory.
When I close my eyes I can see my little flower girl.
I love this painting, sorry not sure of the Artist but it perfectly depicts my memory of the sunny days with my little flower girl in our garden. She probably remembers it much differently but then that's her story.
Have you ever had a dream, a dream to do something you only think others get to do. If you need to be inspired to chase a dream them please read on.
For those of you who don't know the story of our PASSION for DIY chalk paint, then put the jug on, sit down, relax and imagine... in colour.
I love painting 'THINGS' and I have collected lots of things to up cycle and paint but the best thing about it is that my husband Peter loves it as well and he has also been collecting things to rejuvenate with paint. That was going to be his hobby when he retired which he had planned for the end of this year. Unfortunately things don't always go to plan and his job finished at the end of last year so retirement came a year early and we had to go to plan B. There wasn't really a plan B and retirement wasn't going to give us the holidays we had hoped for so it was time to unload and upcycle some of the furniture and stuff we had collected from our storage units and try to turn some of them into extra cash. We had been using a homemade chalk paint recipe for the past few years which worked really well, we still wanted the no sanding, no priming elements of the homemade chalk paint but without the mixing of paint and powder. we needed the convenience of just opening a lid to a creamy dreamy paint. We decided to stock another NZ brand of chalk finish paint but after a series of events or as it happened non events we turned against that idea. Now this is where the wheels started turning and they turned really quickly. I was taken aback at first when Peter said "why don't we just make our own", I imagined he meant we should "make" paint in our garage, but as it happened he meant, why don't we take our recipe to a paint manufacturer and get them to make it for us, what a relief that was. The thing is, it only took a few phone calls to the right people, a bit of too ing and fro ing, I was amazed how easy it was and how quickly it happened. In less than five weeks we had our paint on the shelf.
I have always had a passion for paint, I don't know why, I just love paint. I love mixing paint, I love the challenge of colour matching paint and mixing new colours, I love getting paint under my nails, on my clothes and in my hair, It just seems so natural for me to be working with paint and that is where the name came from, PASSION for DIY chalk paint. The moral of this story is, if you have a dream, persue it and make it happen, for us, our dream was only a phone call away.
I am starting my Mixed Media Technique Time every Monday evening from 12th September. This is going to be a little different than any of my other mixed media courses and workshops, it will be techniques only, we will be using products and resources we have on hand, found objects that we have lying around and using a back to basic philosophy where art and creativity doesn't have to cost a fortune. Don't get me wrong I am a sucker for gadgets and 'must have' tools and products, anyone who knows me can confirm that BUT I am a little bit concerned that the cost of some of these 'must haves' has become a barrier to people even starting on their creative journey so I think now is a good time to get back to basics.