Creativity Pod

I finished the small woolly object started last week - it is hereby named a Creativity Pod! 

I made it for Himself, for his birthday.

It opens up to reveal the pebbly treasure within:

thus...

the idea being that you then arrange the pebbles in whatever way you wish. 

It's a right-brain activity (as in right-brain thinking in pictures, left-brain thinking in words) and it's designed to (a) soothe a frazzled head that's been doing too much left-brain thinking, and (b) help with creative right-brain non-linear thinking...

I had the idea back in August when we were in Brittany, playing with pebbles on the beach...and reading this book when back at the tent.  She suggests doing something similar with coins, but I thought pebbles would be more tactile and meaningful!

This is the first of two explanations from my last few posts; the second explanation for the machine embroidery survey will be along in a day or so once I've analysed my results. The survey is still open (I can't work out how to close it....) so if you haven't taken part yet, please do!

Show offs

What a creative lot.

On Sunday morning while Mr Gonecycling had gone cycling, the Girl painted her new piggy bank:

and I put the finishing touches to my cake for Gina

then because the Girl had lots and lots of red, yellow and black paint leftover, she painted it onto an offcut of mountboard:

Then Mr Gonecycling came back from having gone cycling and wanted to join in. 

So I gave him some lining paper and old magazines and PVA glue and crayons, and got him doing a Sue Dove.  Which he then cut up (from the reverse) and stuck onto another offcut of mountboard:

He was seriously chuffed, and I was seriously jealous, because all I had managed to do was make a bluey greeny crayony mess with my collage attempt of the day.

Beginner's luck.

I'd like to see him try getting me to write poetry. 

You should see him wince when he proof-reads anything else I write...including reading blog posts over my shoulder.

Edit: I forgot to mention that while Mr Gonecycling and I were arguing over the crayons, the Girl quietly sat and painted some giraffes (or "giffars" as they are known around these parts):

They're pretty good too.