Camellia Society

 It's been quiet around these traps.

Except for my camellia bush; which is in full bloom.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited.

I am noticing the small things.

Last year it yielded one bud; and the day after I discovered it,

I found it lying on the artificial turf at the base of the pot.

I am still flummoxed.

Even flabbergasted.

The fleurs remind me of Monsieur Legeron's lovely work:

And, my visit to his atelier.

 Here's his creative hands.

 If it's your bent, get in and see him if you go to Paris.

Contact me and I'll give you a modus operandi to find yourself at his

lovely hat and corsage salon.

 



 The atelier's been quiet.

I've got a few works in progress that I need to bring to fruition.

It's slow frippery.

Sustainable and lovely.

No mass-production here.

You won't find yourself anywhere else in the world.

 What's been happening?

Are you noticing the small things?



Red Thermoplastic Frippery

 I've been exploiting the thermoplastic nature of PVC fabric.

Repeatedly returning to lounge on the couch today, in between heating

and curling plastic petals.

Life is tough.

 I've also made velvet leaves and a base.

 In between fashioning frippery and hanging out laundry

I have discovered I am back in the Camellia Society.

I've bloomed.

 And, I am excited.

You see, I am absolutely rubbish at gardening. That green mass

you see in the background is artificial turf, remember?

 I won't hear a bad word said about it.

Except it does get rather warm in summer.

 No weeding the plastic turf, people.

You could even vacuum it.

 I've retired early tonight with a cheese platter to celebrate a gift from

one of the junior workers.

How lovely. A jar of their home-grown honey, complete

with the 'comb.

 And a cheeky tempranillo style red rose wine.

No fan dance included.

 Stay inspired and find warmth.

 I'll try and finish this beauty tomorrow.

 



Fruitcake, Devotion and Lacey Confections

Here's some works in progress.

Lightweight and lacy confections.

Camellia Society themed.

Off to the The Hatbox, in the Brisbane Arcade, upon completion and approval.

Had guests for dinner last night.

Caught up with Haidee's heirloom recipe fruit cake for afters.

It was the business, for sure.

Subtle flavour, nutty and fruity, with an even layer of icing.

Nice.

 

 Pulled a Gita card.

Thought it was so fitting.

Encouragement, for you, me and others.

 

Stay devoted.