This has been a productive weekend by far. I finally got around making my wreath, making the clay coastal ornaments for my tree, clearing the hall, putting garlands to the tree (We use a fake but very real looking evergreen. Why? Because Evergreens wont last a day in this hot and humid place, count the little nasties, unless you’d want to have an Adam’s family Christmas) and bringing out the Christmas specials. I also got around making some grilled carp, curried chicken and Bruschetta! Yes, it has been a good, productive weekend with no sitting on Trash and wondering why the ideas aren’t working. I dread those days. Anyway, back to clay lovely.
Those of you who know Sarah from abeachcottage, I’m sure you’ve seen these in their real form. She is a coastal princess, a beautiful blogger, a Nuffnang Asia nominee (Under the category: Hidden Gems- head over to vote for her) and her blog is where you head to when you need some rock solid inspiration. I heart her blog and her house and one occasion also, oh-so-shamelessly invited myself over to hers if I ever am in Australia.
With the otherwise Rustic decor, I thought a little coastal touch won’t be bad to accentuate it. So, off I went to Hobbyideas and picked up some white air drying clay. And instead of cutting them with cookie cutters and stamping them, which is also the perfect way to do it and is of course advisable if you are not someone like me, I hand shaped all of it; I think I started liking everything imperfect due to two reason: 1. Too perfect anything looks to me like its factory made. 2. People think they are cool. You know, when I first started making stuff, I used to crib about the fact that it’s not perfect. But on many occasions when people loved what they saw in my home and even picked it up, telling me that they look wonderful, I re-considered the blame that I so severely used to put upon my impatience. And now, I love everything that is not perfect. I find a charm in things that are not too fine. They are more palatable to this rustic-carefree chic. In fact, these days, people actually tell me that they saw something really nice and thought of picking up for me but it was not me. So, finally, through my spontaneous imperfections I have successfully created a perfectly imperfect image of myself. Which is great. One should have a personality than merely aping the neighbor’s perfect home. What say ladies?
I love air dry clay. No filthy baking smell at all. Regardless, half of them went to a cane wood weaved wreath frame and half yet to be incorporated as part of the Christmas centerpiece- coming up next 🙂 On top of an antique grain sack runner with red stripes! Think that would look lovely?
Have a beautiful and cheerful week ahead.