One of a Kind Show-- Just around the Corner!

With only 3 weeks left until the Christmas One of a Kind Show in Toronto, I am completely immersed in booties, bum powder, and bum salve creation. As my inventory grows I can't help thinking of all the little baby tootsies that will be kept warm and cozy this winter-- makes me smile!

Here are a few of the latest:








A Little Background...


My husband Skeet sensed I was pregnant even before I did. He claims that as soon as I tenderly showed him the first little brown-and-pink pair of baby booties I felted, he knew we must have a wee one on the way.  Sure enough, he turned out to be right—although I might have gone with a different colour scheme had I known our first born was to be a boy.

Since then I’ve felted hundreds of pairs of booties, with the desire to bring soft warmth and comfort to tiny precious feet everywhere.

I want my babies to always be able to feel the earth beneath their feet, its intricate contours, so that they might learn to pattern their walking properly, in a way most healthy for the alignment of their bodies, and with a feeling of connection to and respect for the earth. Such soft-soled footwear allows for this in the gentlest, quietest possible way. And so BumbleToes was born. For little Earth Walkers.

Another Day at the Office

Can't complain when a "day at the office" consists of me standing in a sunlit art room, looking out over an incredible rolling view of the beaver valley and hills, watching Cuinn chasing butterflies in the backyard, with my hands immersed in hot soapy water, sculpting cute little baby booties that will warm some tiny tootsies in the not-so-distant cooler months of winter. The sound of the wind in the huge poplar tree out back is a beautiful accompaniment to the delighted squeals of a little boy enjoying the feel of soft grass on his bare feet.

OOAK

Well it looks like I'm going to be a felting maniac for the next several months-- I have a booth in the 2012 One of a Kind Show in Toronto, November 27- December 2. I am really excited about it, fantasizing about all the hundreds of pairs of booties I will make between now and then, and imagining all the cute little baby feet that will be wearing my soft creations next winter! Not to mention all the "troubled little tushies" that will be soothed by my bum powder and salve. I will also be making flannel-fleece baby sacks with hoods, which act as a final swaddling layer to be bundled around babies. They will have the option of being strapped into car seats, for travelling convenience cuteness and coziness!
Here are a few of my latest booties:

   










And our bum products:


Hand Painted Cards

The snow melts quickly with the winds and mildness outside... I see green and start dreaming of more colours of Spring. Poppies dance in the warm breezes of my mind and have spilled into miniatures-- hand-painted cards.


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Other styles......

 Watercolour painting mounted on handmade paper


Butterfly Lino-prints

Run, Mouse, Run!

A new one for Skeet's office collection......

One Little Mosaic

My baby boy slept for 2 hours straight today, and then his Popsie took him for a car ride to the grocery store... it isn't very often I have such a lengthy chunk of time available all at once, to get my hands immersed in the magical mystical realm of pure creating... so I made 3 new pairs of tie-up booties, which I will post pictures of when I get the chance. So cute!

 Despite using rubber gloves for much of the process, my hands are pretty dry and chapped after playing in so much hot water. My fingertips scrape the keys now and make the tiniest sandpapery noise...

I've found it works great to re-use the water as I'm felting through the various layers, as the process requires lots of piping hot water and some soap--so it's definitely more efficient and environmentally-responsible to pour the used water back into the kettle, and stick it on top of the roaring wood stove.

In other news, I wanted to share a couple of pictures of the first mosaic I made, a few weeks ago now, out of several broken dishes we have no trouble accumulating in our house. This sunflower sits atop a wooden box, in which many of my teas are kept: