I just sang a solo at the Penkhull at the Musicals event. I was singing the penultimate song and I’d sung with the choir with no mishaps. I’d even got the words right in a small solo part way through umpapah umpapah from the musical Oliver.
I’d chosen a short song from My Fair Lady, ‘wouldn’t it be loverly’ the one that starts all I want is a room somewhere. I’ve practiced it for weeks and been fine. But, although I started OK, phew, the second verse went wrong, I repeated the wrong words three times, then went off in a different key! but I managed to hold it together and finished OK and people applauded. I’m glad it was a friendly crowd. I do struggle with singing along with a piano. I prefer a cappella. But I did OK in the end. Glad it’s over!
My garden is overgrown, particularly the front hedge which is trees and bushes. The local council has sent me a warning letter to get it cut back in 14 days. But I’m physically not capable of doing it, I’m on a low income and my garden is a haven for birds, squirrels, sometimes hedgehogs and bats. I’m going to try and get it done, but will have to rely on friends as my hubby died 18 months ago.
What is worse is I struggle with anxiety and having a letter addressed to the both of us really upset me. I found myself crying on the phone to a council worker. It makes me feel like my heart is breaking. I just wish hubby was still here. Meanwhile I will try and plead for some more time.
Imagine a woman. Dressed as a page boy ready to perform in a play, it could be in the past when women and girls were not allowed to act. Or it could be a recreation of a look design for a more modern TV programme. It could also be a science fiction design. The lines are my attempt to create a feeling of a stained glass window.
Last week when I saw these on the local allotment they were hardly in bud. Not anymore! They are glorious. The red pops against the greens. The sunlight splashes down onto the plants and paving. A cool breeze made light shimmer over the heads of the poppies. What a warm sunlit spring it’s been. But we might have a drought!
Latest photo of my self portrait. I think its getting better although it might be a bit too peachy coloured. I need to sort out the hair, it’s hard to decide when to stop. Acrylic on canvas. I have done a few self portraits over the years. This might be my last! I think I’ll call it portrait of the artist as an old lady!
#earlywork a portrait I did of my then boyfriend, later husband when I was about 20 at college. It’s oil on canvas. I haven’t managed to photograph it all as there’s stuff in the way. The green dot on his face is a beam of light from a crystal glass mobile I’ve got up at my window.
Sultana scones with cream on a Calico Burleigh Ware plate for tea.
It was very tasty and filling. I decided not to have jam on them, it would have been to sweet. But I did butter them.
Burleigh Ware is a type of pottery made at Middleport pottery in Middleport, Stoke-on-Trent. Calico is one of many pattern types made by transferring the pattern onto the pottery with transfer prints. It’s a skilled job to line up all the prints. They are mounted on paper and stick to the pottery when they are wetted, the print sort of slides off onto the piece. If you turn over pottery it will usually have the makers name and other details printed on the base. People who do this say they are in the ‘turnover club’ .
I don’t do many of these anymore. I find it harder to hold my phone when I’m sketching and drawing. My fingers cramp up round the phone and sometimes round a stylus if I’m drawing with one. Anyway got to keep my hand in as the saying goes. Ten minute digital drawing in my Artrage app.