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Screen printing for Dummies.

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Anyone who knows me will be more than aware that I have a Very Important Birthday coming up. Next month I will reach the vibrant age of fifty! I can hardly believe it myself! Of course in my mind I’m barely past my 30’s…although my eyesight begs to differ. So  when I decided to have a party…and I wanted to make my own invitations I came across a slight dilemna? Erm…HOW?

Then in skipped Lovely Lucie resplendent in sequined cape and armed with a glittery truck load of screen printing knowledge.

‘Easy!’ she exclaimed.

‘Que?’

Lucie is a talented artist specializing in beautiful screenprints. Together with fellow artist, Mark, they run Studio Luma , a small screen printing studio in East London with a growing list of clientele.

And I’m the lucky woman she agreed to help!

So one not-so-sunny sunday, accompanied by my mother and my own A4 design, we ventured to deepest Hackney. We ate a hearty breakfast (it’s hard work, screen printing – all that arm action), checked that mum had her mobile in her bag and switched it on. We pointed  mum in the direction of Columbia Road flower market (she wanted to go, we weren’t trying to get rid of her!) and then set to work. Over the next couple of hours, fuelled by tea and cake, we produced a batch of beautiful party invites – even if I do say so myself!

Very important gooey green stuff!

Applying the photoemulsion to the screen. Oo-er!

This lovely lady doesn't know what she's let herself in for!

This tickled me for some reason

Tweaking my original design on the mahoosive screen.

Checking the exact fit over the lightbox

We had to leave the room for this UV baby to do its awesome work!

A simple water spray reveals my design. So clever!

Let loose on this crimson paint - mixing with a special ingredient. More gooey-ness!

Garibaldi the curious kitty spies mums Columbia Road goodies

Drawing down the paint. Yeah!

First print complete. Perfect!

Lucie teaches mum how to screen print the final invite. So patient! *melts*

Lots of lovely invites waiting to dry. *proud face*

In return Lucie and I have a few sewing lessons planned. Back in my comfort zone – I can’t wait!

We had a great day and I experienced such a wonderful feeling of accomplishment once we had finished. Looking back I can’t believe I even questioned myself!

Have you ever doubted your abilities and been pleasantly surprised?

Are burps really THAT funny?

My nephew came to stay.

‘Little man’ is six years old.

He likes porridge with raisins for breakfast.

He likes to drink water from a bottle.

He likes to wake up early in the morning. He can pull all the blinds up in the my house extremely quickly.

He likes washing machines and everything to do with them.

He is a very fast runner.

He loves to ride on the top of double decker buses..at the front…even if we only have two stops to travel.

He loves pink first and yellow second.

He doesn’t like having his hair brushed. That’s for girls.

He loves his mummy and his daddy very much.

He likes the computer.

His favourite phrase is ‘You’re a poo poo head’. Or anything ‘poo’ related actually.

He giggles at his own burps. Every single time.

He’s gone back home now. I miss him.

I reeeeally hope my sister likes pink...

What struck me was how awake and alive and unflagging little man’s energy was from sun up to sun down. He was up and bouncing on my bed at 7am (I have since learned that this was something of a lie-in by child standards) On the first day we walked to the park, ran up the road, skipped to the shops and rode on the bus. Five of them. We made a very pink Valentines mobile for mummy…well lil L drew lots of hearts and I put it all together! I’m not ashamed to admit that I kept one eye on the clock until his bedtime. I was fast asleep less than an hour after he went to bed!

I have two girls who are now much older but I don’t remember feeling so ‘in demand’. They even woke up later. Maybe my memory is just fading with age. Are boys really THAT different?

And are burps really THAT funny?

Time for a celebration!

7 years ago...

I have always loved this picture. Taken of my eldest daughter en route to Notting hill Carnival seven years ago. At 14 she was too young to go alone (my opinion not hers) yet still young enough to consider a trip anywhere with her mother a real treat. This was the first time I looked upon her as a girl on the verge of being a woman. A trainee-woman, if you like. I remember that she borrowed my favourite orange head wrap, styled it with a flourish as a top, added some earrings and was ready to roll. Stunning! I remember that it was a scorching August bank holiday – that male heads turned to look at her as we worked our way through the crowds.

My baby girl.

My beautiful child reached 21 years last week. It’s difficult to express the mix of emotions I feel about this one. In my mind I’m barely past 21 myself (my body begs to differ on a daily basis unfortunately). In true style she took a week of partying to celebrate this milestone fully. I like to think that we kicked it off in a special way with female family time at Hellidon Spa – grandma, aunty, cousin and little sister. Her lovely idea and my purse – a match made in offspring heaven! Because she’s worth it.

Happy girl child!

So with those celebrations over I’m feeling a little gooey and generous! That and the fact I reached my own milestone of 250 ‘liker-lovers’ on my facebook page I feel it’s time for a little giveaway! And what could be a more fitting give away than something to break out for your own celebrations – African print bunting! *pauses for woops and cheers*

All the colours under the sun!

All YOU have to do to win this GORGEOUS HANDMADE COLOURFUL BUNTING is…(drum roll please)…

Comment below telling me what you will use my bunting to celebrate

AND

‘Like’ my facebook page with your lurrvve.

Is that all? Well yes it is actually. If you also want to hit me with some extra hugs you could subscribe to this blog (hey I’m hardly prolific)

Closing date for entry is midnight Saturday 8th October but you can continue to comment to your hearts content after that!

Oh and one more thing…Happy 21st Birthday Kareem! Love mum xx

I’m sorry..? Do I know you?

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Inside the hotel. Wowsah!

If you had told my 19 year old self that, 30 years on, I would enjoy taking pictures of boring buildings I would have stared at you incredulously. And then if you had continued to say that I would actually enjoy walking around gawping up at said buildings and snapping photographs with not one human-being in front of them…I would probably have dismissed you as delusional…and backed away slowly yet determinedly.

Is this was age does to you? (stumbles as the walls shudder to a reverberating chorus ‘YES!!’)

Nevertheless I found myself in Seville for a few days last week with my darling dotty mother. I have visited Seville once before and I do remember loving the place. So much, in fact, that I vowed to take my mum there for a holiday. Umpteen years and a poor memory later, stumped for an idea for her birthday present, I suddenly remembered my vow. Eureka!

I booked a impressive hotel – Las Casa de la Juderia – in the heart of the historic quarter Santa Cruz. Impressive only as I chose it using the internet equivalent of pinning the tail on the donkey blindfolded. But my mother doesn’t need to know that, does she? After a horrible flight (RyanAir. Never.Ever.Again) we landed in the heat and vibrance of Seville.

When mother stole my camera...

Aaaaaaand b r e a t h e.

Mama wearing matching Hibiscus

The hotel was the perfect choice (sshhh!) for my nature loving mum as it is a maze of quaint old buildings and courtyards adorned with lush gardens. Mum insisted on pointing the various flowers and fruit out to me and telling me the names. Hibiscus, Jasmine, pomegranates and, erm…well lots of jasmine (I’m not a keen gardener – can you tell?) I was impressed by the orange and lemon trees that lined practically every street though. Different ones you understand – oranges and lemons do not grow on the same tree even in the magical land of Seville. Silly.

So we walked, talked, laughed and got totally lost on the streets of Seville on a daily basis. I took pictures of buildings and flowers and tiles (Seville does like a cool tile…for obvious reasons) and sometimes I even let my mum stand in front of them. Madness. Must have been the heat.

Blisstastic.

When I had told friends that I was taking my mum to Seville I got ‘In August? It’s very hot there!’. Well I can tell you we LOVED it! Admittedly 32 degrees centigrade can make one flag a bit, but what with the air conditioning and the shaded plazas and the meandering and the pretty scenery…and the cold beer and tapas breaks we were just fine thank you very much.

An infirmary and an Art gallery. Cool!

And did I mention the colours? Sunshine makes everything seem so much more alive! Time away from home, a chance to recharge in the sun and to sleep without my head racing. It’s amazing what a few nights in a different space can help you achieve.

I love to work with colours and patterns so it’s no surprise that I feel so inspired by the shortest of times in Seville. I’m glad that I took all those pictures of buildings and flowers. Maybe my 19 year old self wouldn’t think I’d lost it after all.

Colourful? I think so!

So what about you? Have you altered your viewpoint as time passed? What might your younger self think of you now?

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