A quick incense stick holder craft

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Today I thought I’d share my incense stick holder I’ve been using for a few weeks. It’s not the most practical, it makes a total mess, so I usually use it if my surfaces need cleaning anyway.

I won’t be buying a real incense holder, I know I won’t, I haven’t got the room anyway. So this is a nice, quick and easy solution that I came up with and I’m sure I’ll keep with for a long while.

It’s made out of air dry clay. I had some left over after making some moon faces, so I rolled it in a ball and stuck in a peg at an angle.

Once it was dry I painted the bottom part gold and then covered it all in PVA glue.

So that’s that. One of my crafts I use regularly and haven’t thought of sharing before. Thanks for reading!

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Knitting the same thing for over 2 years

I could be cruel and post photos of me in sunny Morocco from a long two weeks ago, while it’s currently snowing outside, and that dark temptation played on my mind for a long while.

Instead I listened to the angel on my right shoulder and have decided to share my blanket I’ve been knitting for a few years.

Imagine your face being stroked by the soft material, seeing as it can’t be by the sun.

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I am not a consistent knitter. It’s for me when my fingers are jittery but I don’t want a big project. Also, tends to be when I’m in a bit of a slump and am trying to comfort myself with creative things.

This blanket is like an old friend. I’m not consistent but the blanket is.

 

 

Hand prints for adults

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I had a conversation with a friend about hand prints and why we stop doing them as adults. ‘Because our hands don’t grow,’ she said, and a very valid point that I had not thought of.

Then we discussed that they do when we gain or loose weight, not that you’d want to document that anyway.

But I document near enough everything, I enjoy making things with no expectations and since I have no hand prints of my current and final hand size, I wanted one.

I used the back of my hand, pressed into air dry clay. I then painted it with water colour paint, then repainted the bits I didn’t like – and then painted more and wish I didn’t. Oh well! 

I hope it isn’t seen as a vanity thing, because I really enjoyed it and want to make more.

(Even if it is, I suppose it doesn’t matter, because they’re for me)

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Moon faces

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Clay seems to be the one at the moment and I’m trying something that normal people naturally do – which is sticking to one thing. Clay. Clay is a’callin’.

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I’m into my Moon Faces right now. I have six drying from today and six all ready to be hung up. It started when I was playing with a face on a house, Mr above, and I fell in love. I then broke his chimney and felt terrible, so made a plaster out of fabric and fixed him up.

He’s mine, Mr. But these others will eventually be up for sale. Like, I have to name them first.

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My big Moon Faces will be varnished and left as they are, but the little ones will all have painted lips and little details. They’ve got attitude, what can I say.

They’re ridiculous. I love them.

 

Fixing what’s unsatisfactory

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Creating meaningful surroundings is important to me. I’m not a designer of any sort. I don’t have rules… I purposely like to kid myself that I’m breaking rules but I have no clue, I could be following a rule book unbeknown to me.

That’s what I was doing today. Concentrating on my room. It’s not done, this is where I’m up to. Everyday I view my surrounds as something to decorate, I suppose that’s just a creative mind, but I don’t always act on the urge, hence this post. There is a need in me to fix everything to what I find pleasing though.

I wonder why when something is important to me, like decorating and styling, I don’t become more knowledgeable on it but rather I allow it to be what it is. It’s an natural interest, I like stuff, but at the same time I am particular on what I have. I like to collect things from different places, I like to make things, I don’t need my possessions to scream what interests I have but I like them to portray my personality. That’s why it’s homely to me. That’s why I feel comfortable in my room.

And how does pleasing me work? How do I ‘find’ what is pleasing? I suppose, I say reluctantly, that must come down to some sort of rule – the juxtaposition of the objects. It’s like pretty faces are usually symmetrical. I don’t know. I’m just not sure, there’s probably a science behind it. With people who are Doctors. Hello, I’m a Doctor of Style. You wouldn’t believe them though, would you. You’d just think they’re being cocky.

My room is divided into two categories; things I’m satisfied with and things I’m not. I wasn’t aware of this till recently and all it comes down to when I have a feeling that something isn’t right. Which is an okay problem, I suppose, but it occurred to me that I could just fix them. Anything that gives me a sinking feeling just correct it till I’m all chill inside.

That’s obvious isn’t it. When you live in a space you don’t often see that though.

So here I am fixing what doesn’t satisfy me and I’ll update you in the future whether these changes have worked.

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This is where I kind of gave up and had a walk, food and a bubble bath. I’m an easily distracted creature. This one was a tough one though. I still don’t think it’s right but I think I’m done playing for today so I’ll sit on it a bit and see if my dissatisfied senses tingle.

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RIP Pumpkin

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My boyfriends face is now caved in and mouldy. I expected it, these things don’t last long, blink and it’s over, but at least I have the oh so sweet memories. I don’t regret one moment of our time together. It was something special. Time flies when you’re having fun. Best of all I didn’t expect how good it was going to be, which makes this goodbye even more painful.

Oh, I’m talking about this pumpkin of his face, I should have mentioned that.

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You may be rotting into penicillin but my heart will never be healed.

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On the bright side of things, I still have perfectly healthy pumpkins that haven’t got my boyfriends face carved into, yet, and Little Man is dying to paint the white ones.