Our vacation this summer was as perfect as a couple weeks at the beach should be.
and once my brain finally came around and fell into "lazy afternoon" mode, that's when it was turned off just enough to start making stuff. For fun. Not because I have to make a living. But because I have to make.
I did sort of have a making-stuff agenda, a small one: there was a wedding gift I wanted to make, and I had something very specific in mind. But the rest was completely random.
So what do you get when you pull out the Paperclay while you're munching on pistachios?
Hungry baby birds, of course.
I actually giggled out loud while these took shape. I can't really take credit for what they look like, I mean they sort of made themselves.
And they totally made me giggle, the whole time. I couldn't help it.
There were still pistachio shells on my plate. Why not, a sea monster with pistachio scales. His head was pretty heavy while he was wet, so I propped it up with a little seashell until he dried.
Nerd alert: yes, that's the Millenium Falcon hovering over my freshly-made sea monster. Yeah, so? Doesn't everyone have that?
There was this float on the table outside with sticks jammed into it; I'd been thinking it reminded me of a bird's body, and, well, there were babies to feed, so...
Meet Flotsam the Crow.
Another float became the perfect sturdy little skull 0n which to build her clay beak.
In spite of her Western name, Flotsam is, apparently, a Japanese crow.
Her existing stick-tail seemed a little thin, so a few other flotsamy jetsomy pieces of rope and fishing net scraps filled it out a bit.
Since she was already outside for her first photo shoot, she joined us for Happy Hour.
Then on to the wedding present. This was to be a specific bird that the recipients know personally, but I wanted her to have a piece of our beach incorporated somehow. So she got a scallop-shell tail.
I won't mention how bad Flossie was when she got mad that we were outside on the deck without her. How she knocked the babies out of the nest and played with them on the floor, breaking one's beak off. Oh wait, I did just mention that. Not that I am usually in the habit of shaming my pets on the interwebs, it's just - well - she so did this out of spite, it was pretty obvious. I only wish I'd have seen what fun she must have had while we were outside with our backs to the windows; those poor little birds were spread all over the place behind us. And the beak was easily fixed . . . so all was forgiven.
Again with how these things make themselves: Flotsam turned herself into the happiest crow ever.
Maybe it's because she has such a cute family.
And they all get to live there at the beach cabin together forever and ever.
I guess that would make me smile like this, too.
Thanks for visiting; and if you haven't yet, go to the next post where I'm having a fabric giveaway! You have until Sunday morning to enter the drawing, good luck!