π΄ This painting feels like a self-portrait in equine form… mane flowing like ink, spirit untamed!
And complete with my ever-so-slightly crooked seal. Because sometimes, beauty leans into imperfection.π
This little duck has lived a long life. It was a gift from my friend’s 90-year-old father, twenty years ago. I brought it home with me from Adelaide.
Since then, it has faded, crossed borders, and survived the not-so-gentle test of doggie teeth. It has been loved, and because it was loved, it has been knocked down, scratched, and cracked.
My recent restoration wasn’t about making it new again, but about caring for its story.
It reminded me: some pieces aren’t fixedβthey’re carried, healed. π¦
On Christmas Day, a little butterfly came to visit. He didn’t stay in one spot – fluttering playfully around me for five precious minutes before quietly flying away after my eldest appeared. Still loved, still remembered… my precious Kiwi π
I hope this Christmas brings you calm hearts, love around you, and joy in the small things.
πMeowy Christmas, everyone!π
βMay you be like this catβbeautiful, strong, and effortlessly classy.β β¨πΎ [www.newbloggycat.com]
πThe tree was finished, but my heart wasnβt.
Adding Kiwi changed everything.
Love remembers, even at Christmas.π
Art, memory, and a little bird who still belongs here. [www.newbloggycat.com]
Homemade chocolate ice cream: simple, creamy, and dangerously good.
I tasted the ice cream after letting it set for four hours, and the result was perfectly creamy and delicious.β€οΈ
Budget reindeer. Zero glue. One bottle cap. Seasonal spirit: 100%.
I didn’t buy a reindeer. I assembled one emotionally.
Proof that Christmas spirit can be made from twigs, string, and mild delusion.
βSome days you meet the Jokerβ¦ other days you are the fool playing the fool to fool the fool. π€‘πβ
painted with love, joy, and probably one espresso too many. π πβοΈ
