Artist in residence


My grandmother’s painting of the tower of Magdalen College, Oxford, with a softly lit Cherwell flowing around the Botanical Gardens in the foreground, hangs on the wall of my sewing room; H’s sketches, still lifes and landscapes are framed around the house; and my father once knocked out a mean pencil drawing of our teddy bear David dressed in my blue gingham baby romper on a scrap of spare paper.

With such genetic potential, and a smidgen of Mama’s crafty ways thrown in for good measure, no one was surprised that Kitty likes drawing and colouring.  There’s only one hitch with such creativity in a house full of artists, well two hitches to be precise.  Firstly, neither Daddy nor Mama try to eat the raw materials (cue chalks and a packet of wax crayons going back into the cupboard), and secondly, well lets just say I haven’t yarn bombed the travel cot and H hasn’t felt the need to add a touch of colour to the spine of my hardback copy of Great Northern.

Father Christmas came up trumps on the edible art materials front, with a little box of Stockmar beeswax crayons.  They are really lovely crayons, smooth and easy to make a mark with the gentlest of pressure, you don’t need to force the colour onto the page, they smell nice, and if she eats them I’m pretty relaxed about a combination of natural colours and beeswax.  Her little box has 8 colours, but I think we may be adding to them in the future.

I think the crayons were her favourite present until Christmas afternoon when we unwrapped a big shiny parcel from Grannie and Grandpa:

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Can you tell what it is yet?
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When we were little we had magic paper painting pads; you brushed them with water and a picture appeared in a pastel rainbow.  That was then, this is now.  Magic paper, meet your future self, an Aquadoodle.
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(please also note the effect of roast potatoes and sticky toffee pudding as hair styling product!)

Kitty loves it, and we’ve found it curiously addictive – even after she’d gone to bed
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San Salute from the Accademia Bridge

Thank you Grannie and Grandpa – we all love it!

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