Fimo Memories

Sometimes the weight of a post is proportionately affected by the wait for a post!

I have little tid bits to blog but they don't seem that worthy of a post. But I'm thinking if I blog them all every day continuously then as a lot, they'll be okay and then they'll mesh into less significance.

It's the only way I'm going to get the blog cogs turning again!

I visited my slightly disjointed (hip and knee) Aunt. She is no longer an actual relative due to divorce, but she is still my Aunt Christine and has spent the most time with my grandmother (Natalija Brunovs the first) and can tell me tales like no other relative can.

Plus, she is the only family member who can surprise me by keeping my childhood art. My parents scarred me permanently the day I discovered my cardboard toilet roll pencil holder IN THE BIN. That was not a one-off incident either, it formed a disturbing pattern. But I guess it gave me the strength to be a designer -  clients often metaphorically throw my heartfelt ideas away. It has to happen, you can't keep them all. There just isn't enough room on the desk.... or something, right dad?

So Aunt Christine placed this in front of me, and I didn't recognise it.

It took some time to shimmy myself back into the past to recall their creation. A little dusty, but gee, they are funny. I love my snowman with scarf in fruit platter. You can't buy that kind of idea these days.

[current mood] Almonds & Byron Bay FM

Comments

[davida]

Auntie Christine recognised early on what potential you had and expected this heirlooms to be worth a fortune in due course. Weren't we short sighted!!!

[k]

IMHO the choice of color and happiness that exists in the works has no major difference with your current works. If someone else would show those clays to me, I would have definitely said it is your works :)

Sorry if I made some grammatical mistakes. The "times" in the above sentence got too complex for me :)