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Paintings For Sale

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Gallery Page

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Me and youngest grandson, Leroy, on the Alice In Wonderland carved tree in Spa Gardens.

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The booboo

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Remember how excited I got about using my newly acquired coloured inks? Glad I only used a small piece of paper to experiment because it turns out that I’m rubbish with them. I won’t scare you by posting the disasterous attempt but, I would like to say that I’m not giving up. A second attempt is definitely in the offing.

In the meanwhile, I have been busy with my paints:

“Grayson Street” By Claire Shotter

“Kettle Street” By Claire Shotter. For auction @  http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/180884061149?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649

 

I’m short. Don’t know if I’ve mentioned that before. Being short is hazardous and, by way of proof, here’s a photo of the injury I sustained reaching up to get the sugar down from the top shelf of the cupboard with a long handled soup ladel. It’s a bad booboo right? Worthy of stitches at the E.R. to be sure… and a splint and, may be, even a plaster cast. At the very least, it should be wrapped in a big bandage and my arm put in a sling. I mean, it almost bled.

My bravery obviously knows no bounds though because, instead, I simply said a naughty word and ran it under the tap.

 

Scruffy is the new smart.

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Let me tell you about my new pink boots. Firstly, I ought to explain why they’re such a big deal. It’s because I’m a scruff. No two ways about it. I prefer to wear the kind of clothes that most people shove in the bottom of their wardrobe to be used only for decorating or D.I.Y. All of my clothes, even my coats, come from charity shops because I like a bargain. For the same price I’d pay in a normal shop for one jumper, I can buy 6 or 7 in a charity shop. Needless to say, I’m not a slave to fashion. The same applies to jeans and trousers. The pair I have on in the photo were £1.99 from Age UK. See; a bargain. However, I don’t like walking in someone else’s shoes, so to speak, and always buy new ones. If they cost more than £15.00, I grumble but I buy. If they cost more than £20.00, I look shocked and horrified and put them back on the shelf. My new pink boots cost £55.00. Yes, £55.00. I feel as if I should keep them in a glass trophy case when I’m not wearing them. My own bank account didn’t suffer the loss I’m happy to say. My husband’s did. He saw me gazing longingly at them in a shoe shop and insisted I had them. I put up a fight of course. It was a bit of a half hearted one though because I really, really wanted them. Thank you John. So here they are, my new pink Timberland £55.00 boots. Even the laces are groovy.

 

Yep; still feeling all nautical. Looks like it’s in for the week. Teedlee Pom Pom.

“At The Beach” By Claire Shotter. Up for auction @ http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/180876710242?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649

 

It’s definitely not pointillism

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The blank piece of paper I put on the easel was supposed to turn into a pointillism painting. Instead, in typical Claire-is-far-too-easily-distracted fashion, it turned into this. As you can see, I’m feeling all nautical today. Got a hunch I’ll be feeling all nautical tomorrow too.

“Harbour Street” By Claire Shotter. Up for auction @ http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/180875521571?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649