I have also posted this to Facebook, but as my computer has broken I can't send this invitation out to my mailing list! Sorry about that!
Friday, November 13, 2009
Art Show: Small Scale
SMALL SCALE is a group show with myself and all my sisters. It opens this Wednesday at 7pm at Little Mountain Gallery. My sisters have made some amazing new work...minature sculptures, landscapes, textiles, and my own small sheep paintings.
I hope you can all join my sisters for the opening at
Little Mountain Gallery
195 East 26th Avenue (just off of Main Street)
Vancouver, BC
V5V 2G8
Canada
OPENING RECEPTION: Wednesday, November 18 from 7-11pm.
Exhibition runs from November 18-29, 2009.
http://www.littlemountainstudios.ca/?p=271
I have also posted this to Facebook, but as my computer has broken I can't send this invitation out to my mailing list! Sorry about that!
I have also posted this to Facebook, but as my computer has broken I can't send this invitation out to my mailing list! Sorry about that!
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Under the Stairs
We are still cleaning up the house before starting any renovations...after all, we are moving in shortly!
I decide to tackle the little space below the stairs.
It looks like there is a pile of stuff left which I will likely throw away.
There are a surprising number of tennis balls found.
There is a tissue paper full of linen handkerchiefs, one embroidered.
And then at the very back behind a lot of building leftovers I find these two beautiful old boxes.
In one there is miscellanious screws, tins, and random little things.
In the other, is a sewing box. I have no idea how old they are or how long they have been there.
And finally...a tin of old glass marbles.
I decide to tackle the little space below the stairs.
It looks like there is a pile of stuff left which I will likely throw away.
There are a surprising number of tennis balls found.
There is a tissue paper full of linen handkerchiefs, one embroidered.
And then at the very back behind a lot of building leftovers I find these two beautiful old boxes.
In one there is miscellanious screws, tins, and random little things.
In the other, is a sewing box. I have no idea how old they are or how long they have been there.
And finally...a tin of old glass marbles.
Monday, November 02, 2009
Front of House
I think there has been a shortage of the front of the house being documented on this blog so far.
I took a better picture from across the street.
The neighbourhood is so peaceful and full of families. It is really beautiful and this particular street had block parties. There is also a book club on this street (for people living on it).
The autumn makes it look really nice. We are also only a 5 minute walk from the Tube station which has a relaxing feel when you come out onto the street...unlike many London areas.
Everyone has a distinct door colour. I am partial to a deep red, while Nigel loves the forest green ones.
Our front yard, which I have barely taken notice of.
Our next door neighbour has the traditional Victorian tile leading up to their door.
A view from our door.
I was under the stairs cleaning it out inside and noticed as I craned below the floorboards that I could see light from outside through several round holes. Hmmm.
I ran outside to see where it was coming from and noticed these holes under that door frame. I noticed all the houses had them. They must be some Victorian method of allowing air to circulate in the house. The mouse poo droppings under the stairs now make sense.
Of course, I call Nigel to come take a look. He comes out and the door swiftly blows shut locking us out. Hmmm.
I knock on our neighbours' door to ask for her key to the back passage (ours were also locked inside) so that we could scale our back fence and get in through the back door which we have left open.
This is the back passage door which is locked and only the neighbours own keys. Okay, maybe the local council does too. I don't know.
At the end of the street the little stained glass shop is having a sale on today.
Oh, I like that one!
I took a better picture from across the street.
The neighbourhood is so peaceful and full of families. It is really beautiful and this particular street had block parties. There is also a book club on this street (for people living on it).
The autumn makes it look really nice. We are also only a 5 minute walk from the Tube station which has a relaxing feel when you come out onto the street...unlike many London areas.
Everyone has a distinct door colour. I am partial to a deep red, while Nigel loves the forest green ones.
Our front yard, which I have barely taken notice of.
Our next door neighbour has the traditional Victorian tile leading up to their door.
A view from our door.
I was under the stairs cleaning it out inside and noticed as I craned below the floorboards that I could see light from outside through several round holes. Hmmm.
I ran outside to see where it was coming from and noticed these holes under that door frame. I noticed all the houses had them. They must be some Victorian method of allowing air to circulate in the house. The mouse poo droppings under the stairs now make sense.
Of course, I call Nigel to come take a look. He comes out and the door swiftly blows shut locking us out. Hmmm.
I knock on our neighbours' door to ask for her key to the back passage (ours were also locked inside) so that we could scale our back fence and get in through the back door which we have left open.
This is the back passage door which is locked and only the neighbours own keys. Okay, maybe the local council does too. I don't know.
At the end of the street the little stained glass shop is having a sale on today.
Oh, I like that one!
Sunday, November 01, 2009
An Afternoon in Battersea Park
We spend an autumn day in Battersea Park in London (mostly to see The Affordable Art Fair).
The leaves are amazing...right as they are turning so you get yellow, red, and still a lot of green.
And then Nigel gets a call...
And the poor guy is all tuckered out.
The leaves are amazing...right as they are turning so you get yellow, red, and still a lot of green.
And then Nigel gets a call...
And the poor guy is all tuckered out.