Sunday, June 3, 2018


As I sat outside just a few days ago enjoying the sunshine, I had a wee visitor. She came softly and landed on my table beside me. As she gently walked about, she gave a slight pause. I swear it appeared to me, as if she was looking me straight in the eye. I heard a wee whisper"Bee Kind" and off she flew.
 This is how our dear friend "B.Kind" came to me. Inspiration is everyone, one just needs a slight pause.
A pause was so what I needed at that very moment. It was funny actually. I was frantically working on another doll when this last minute, and I mean last minute lady arrived. Nothing like a little pressure. I'm sarcastically laughing here as I say this. I knew at that moment it was where the Heaven wanted me to go.  Funny how that happens but in the moment not funny as you scramble your assets together to get it done on such a short deadline.
 I suppose that the end result is really what matters. Not the finish line, but the finishing.
This lovely lady has found herself a home, I think it's time for another porch ponder to see who my next guest might be.
Until we meet again, May you be blessed

Sunday, April 1, 2018


Happy Easter my friends. I hope this post finds you full of blessings, full bellies and new memories.

You are probably wondering about my title to this post.  That particular phrase is something that shoots out of my mouth often. I can honestly say gingers are not known for long patience and it couldn't be truer than for me. I am not very patient at all. Like nanoseconds can be too long. *Smirk* Especially if it is something I have a great passion for like my art.

As you know from my last post I have started a journey down the rabbit hole and into the clay sculpting world. It isn't my first skill nor my first time but by my eye, you would think it was. Yes, I do know we are our worst critics. I have been struggling with this very thing. I am very critical on my work and if I am not happy with a piece I will not showcase or sell it. The real issue is I have been overly critical.

My parents were both artists. My brother can draw anything. I didn't find my niche until much later, although I tried everything. Clay or pottery was my first love in high school art. How fabric actually came into play was my best friend wanted a cloth doll. I knew how to sew, so I set out to create a doll for her. I later showed her how I did it. That journey is precious to me and something I hope I never stop living. Now the tricky part is to grow more in both cloth and clay, both of which seem like I am brand new, my first day.
 Doing is in the growth. This has been said to me, more times than I can count. I guess there will be a lot of heads in my future. Not sure I want all those eyes staring at me though. * laughing* So we may leave some to using their other senses. I hope they don't break anything while trying to find their way around.

I am headed out to make a few more memories.  Love the holidays and my family time. It recharges my soul.
blessings to you and yours, Pea

Friday, March 16, 2018

Head first down a rabbit hole

I am feeling a bit like Alice in Wonderland these days. My curiosity has taken over and I am bound for a nail biting adventure.
I have dabbled here and there in clay, not often though. It is a urge to create with it, but I have to be in a certain mood for it.

This was one of my favorite pieces. Simple and sweet. He kinda has a grandpa's grin, don't you agree? I am honestly more than 1 piece is being prepped. Hopefully after doing a few  I will find a groove of some kind and it wil begin to flow instead to stop forcing it.

Another piece I really enjoyed creating. Totally out of the box for me.  It is good to push yourself now and then. 
I have no idea what or who the next piece could be, going to be fun to find out.
 Until next time, make a happy memory.

Thursday, February 1, 2018

Waking Up

I feel like I have woken up from a hibernation. Like a good nap that took you to places of stars and mist.
 Just as winter fades and spring peeks through, I have stretched, yawned and woken up. Ready to breathe life into all the little dolly voices that whisper my name.

As most of you know, those that sew often collect pinkeeps. I am among them that do. There is just something about them that calls my name from time to time. I was inspired by a sweet rag doll named Annie, that I carried as a child for this pinkeep.
I loved that doll so and the memories of a little ginger haired girl having tea with her own little gingered doll are imprinted in my mind. Annie and I went through a lot of tea in those days.LOL

I have no idea which little dolly voice will be speak to me next but I can't wait to find out. It is good to be creating again. As Mom would say," Rest when you need it and when the nap is over the nap is over". In other words time to get to work.
Blessings to you and yours, Pea