Tuesday, September 27, 2011

The Toymaker's Cat

I'm back from my whirlwind tour. When I got back from Saint Paul, I found that we had a new family member. He is the most exceedingly friendly cat in the world. At the conference I scored a small pair of Fiskars folding scissors so I asked Mr. Friendly to help me test them out them. (Since he was stretched across my keyboard and wouldn't get the heck out of the way.)

Unfold your scissors. Find a square of paper.

 Fold your paper diagonally, fold again and one more time. Draw on a design with pencil. Make sure that the design connects on the sides.

Cut out your design. Now, for the fun part!
Play with the scissors for a bit. (Do not try this at home.)

Carefully unfold the paper. What do we have here?

Admire your art. Hmm, interesting.

Glue your design to a piece of paper. Pet the cat.
Wander off to chase the laser pointer around the living room.

The end.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Pleasantly surprised...

The Wonderhub's guitar teacher sent me this photo that he took yesterday at the Getty Museum.

It's a scrapbooking calendar that I did for Orange Circle Studios. It contains 12 toys from the website printed on nice paper as well as a lot of tiny and cute stickers.

I am delighted. :-)



Check it out!


"I urge you to please notice when you are happy,
and exclaim or murmur or think at some point,
'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.'"

~Kurt Vonnegut

Thursday, September 1, 2011

A few random drawings from nowhere in particular....

“What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol

and incident? And are there not moods which need heaven, hell, purgatory,

and faeryland for their expression, no less than this dilapidated earth? 

Nay, are there not moods which shall find no expression unless there be

men who dare to mix heaven, hell, purgatory, and faeryland together, 
 even to set the heads of beasts to the bodies of men, or to thrust the

souls of men into the heart of rocks? Let us go forth, the tellers of

tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear.

Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust
 under our feet.”

~ Yeats