Tuesday, 26 April 2011


It's only a thing, but it makes me happy when I look at it. In the spirit of that overused William Blake quotation, here are a few of mine...

My favourite picture of the boys, in a frame given to me
by one of my oldest (and we really are getting on now)
and dearest friends.
A bird print by my friend Jane. I love it, and it reminds me of the
joy that new friendship brings.

My mum and I found this for £5 in Refurnish in Totnes.
She then lovingly painted it for me. My mum is great!  

Happy memories of two fantastic years living in Manhattan.

A slightly guilty birthday present, bought with birthday money
that for once didn't go into the groceries pot.
 I'd been coveting this radio for ages.

Dartington pottery from another old friend. I just love it.

Memories of a very happy day spent at the etsy labs
in Brooklyn, learning to screenprint.

It reminds me of foxes glacier mints.
The friend who gave it to me admitted that
she was tempted to keep it. I know what
that's like so I treasure it even more!

Sunday, 10 April 2011

little dogs

some sketches for a slightly surreal project I'm working on. Not allowed to blog about it yet (though I'm itching to)... so more later  xk

Thursday, 7 April 2011


A painting for my mum from a photo of the two of us, circa '78

I've been wondering how to write this post without sounding cliched but it's been itching away at me so here goes. It's not original but it's love. Ever since I was a toddler, I've always had my head buried in one. That's not to say I have particularly or exclusively literary tastes. I'm a book tart. Any kind. From Iris Murdoch to Mills and Boon, chick-lit, science, thrillers (Lee Child is my most recent obsession) and, of course, children's books. And even though I'm a time-challenged mum, I can always squeeze in a bit of reading time. Since having Laurie I've always read a book while feeding him, and now when he wants some boob he goes off in search of whatever novel I'm reading and totters over with it.

What I've been reading recently. It piles up by the bed.

And I think, I hope, this love has rubbed off on the boys. We are overflowing with children's books and I'm always being told off for buying them but it's a weakness. I admit, I want them to love books. Not because I want to push them into reading early, but because it's a lifetime of enjoyment. And so many boys are turned off reading early on and struggle with it at school... John Scieszka explains it so much more eloquently on his brilliant website Guysread. It doesn't help that the reading scheme books that the kids have to bring home to read to mum and dad are so dull. When there are so many brilliant, imaginative and hilarious kid's books out there I think something is a little skeewiff. Actually, come to think of it, I'm pretty sure that Sam learned to read by looking at the Beano while sitting on the toilet.

Saturday, 2 April 2011

testing, testing...

Work has dried up a little so I'm just putting together a couple of portfolio pdfs to mail out to the world and his mother in an attempt to aquire some gainful employment. This is my illustration one.

What I've discovered is that it's quite complicated to attach a pdf to a blog. I've had to upload it onto google docs and then provide a link. Could anyone out there please test this link and let me know if it's too complicated or too hefty a file to download (it is nearly 5 mb)... Also any typos spotted by my lovely anal editor friends gratefully received!!  xKath