Saturday, October 30, 2010

Halloween Stuff

Things I have made.

Friday, October 29, 2010


Molly won tickets for Maroon5, but she is in Duluth. Jim and I took the train into Minneapolis to see them and I really enjoyed the show. I worked on a Bone Fairy today and she is done except that she needs a fabric skirt.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Almost Halloween

The gorgeous weather is over. We are now into Fallslidingintowinter. You can see the rain beating down in the background of my frog prince.
Molly says it's supposed to snow in Duluth tomorrow.
Molly caught me some Walleye(fish) and I cooked them. They were great, Molly.
We saw "Hereafter" over the weekend and I liked it a lot.
Now I'm remaking a monster under a bed.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Lobster Monday

I've been busy with Real Life lately.
Today I thought I'd do something with lobsters.
Elsa Schiaparelli collaborated with Dali to make this lobster dress. The hat is one of her shoe hats, probably not meant to be worn with this dress, but what the hell.
The lobster is playing a Stratocaster, so that makes him a Rock Lobster.
I sent off a couple of custom pieces.
I really, really should remake some of my pieces but that's not as much fun as experimenting with new things.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Miss You, John

The Fat Budgie: by John Lennon
The Fat Budgie

I have a little budgie
He is my very pal
I take him walks in Britain
I hope I always shall.

I call my budgie Jeffrey
My grandads name's the same
I call him after grandad
Who had a feathered brain.

Some people don't like budgies
The little yellow brats
They eat them up for breakfast
Or give them to their cats.

My uncle ate a budgie
It was so fat and fair.
I cried and called him Ronnie
He didn't seem to care

Although his name was Arthur
It didn't mean a thing.
He went into a petshop
And ate up everything.

The doctors looked inside him,
To see what they could do,
But he had been too greedy
And died just like a zoo.

My Jeffrey chirps and twitters
When I walk into the room,
I make him scrambled egg on toast
And feed him with a spoon.

He sings like other budgies
But only when in trim
But most of all on Sunday
Thats when i plug him in.

He flies about the room sometimes
And sits upon my bed
And if he's really happy
He does it on my head.

He's on a diet now you know
From eating ear too much
They say if he gets fatter
He'll have to wear a crutch.

It would be funny wouldn't it
A budgie on a stick
Imagine all the people
Laughing til they're sick.

So that's my budgie Jeffrey
Fat and yellow too
I love him more than daddie
And I'm only thirty-two.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010


We're in deep, gorgeous fall.
This is a custom piece that's in the oven now. It's a wedding portrait (sort of).
I'm on Artfire now, too, but I haven't had time to arrange the shop the way it needs to be.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Brilliant & Charming

Except for the laughter in the background.