C.A. Clark's Blog, page 6

Camped out in an empty room

On the final part of this moving adventure and here I sit on my little makeshift bed on the dining room floor. I have my laptop perched on the top step of a wooden step ladder, cup of tea beside me on the floor and the echoing of an almost empty room keeping me company. The clock is still on the wall and ticks overloud in comforting rhythm.
I had a call from the big lad last night. He is at the

20 minute sock wardrobe for a Lammily doll

As promised, here is the printable sheet to make up your doll's passport. 





Here are the component parts of mine sitting on my keyboard.





I glued the pages blank sides together to form a concertina of pages.












Then glued them inside the cover. I contemplated laminating the cover in a business card laminating envelope but decided against it.








And here is Matty holding

Lest We Forget

War is revolting in every way. The violence, bloodshed and horrific events of war that cloud our human history are things that many great and educated minds have discussed endlessly, great writers have written millions of words about it, artists depict it and politicians encourage it, but for me war is simply abhorrent.





That being said there is also an aspect of every great struggle that

Finding the right tools

 Julie Duffy at http://storyaday.org/ interviewed me about my journey as a writer ( see it here  Story a Day ) and it is always interesting to look back and think about the tools I have used to shift into my writing career. The Story a Day website is one of the many valuable resources available online to new and established writers. Julie's site contains prompts hints, tips, downloads and social

Adjusting patterns in everyday things

I am having a lovely time adjusting old patterns to fit various size dolls but I am also adjusting the patterns of my life. I have set myself a 90 day challenge to change some fundamental things such as my weight, water consumption, exercise and sleep patterns. I also want to write daily.  I drew up a calendar to mark my glasses of water and I aim for a minimum of six a day. It is important to

Knickers for a Lammily doll and friends

First I have to tell you I am a self taught seamstress and my enthusiasm sometimes outstrips my skill base. I have been playing around with an old Edith Gilchrist pattern and adjusting it for my 18', 11" and Lammily dolls.



 This is the original Enid Gilchrist pattern for panties and a bra for teenage girls.  I scanned it and adjusted the settings and printed it out at 1/8th of an A4 sheet. 

Handcrafts, Lammily and moving house

The past few months have been filled with house hunting and house packing. I am surrounded by half filled boxes and stacks of bags filled with books. My art has taken a back seat and my writing is limping along. I haven't been involved in any challenges and I am feeling unbalanced without the creativity. So today I decided to make some clothes for one of the dolls I purchased last year through a

Books vs electronic Not Books

Wow how did a month slip by without me blogging?

A whole lot of real life offline kept me busy and distracted.


I am packing to move house and house hunting. I taped all of daughter dear's spare clothes into the blue wheely bin and her shoes and bits into boxes and green bags and restacked them on her shelving.
 
I have been cleaning walls and ceilings, light fittings and windows and

Where is the green sheep?

Published:06/03/2006Format:Board Book, 32 pagesRRP:$14.95price:AUD $14.95ISBN-13:9780143501763ISBN-10:0143501763Origin:AustraliaPublisher:Penguin Aus.Imprint:PuffinThis is one of my six month old grandson's favourite books. It gets a high level leg kicking, arm waving, cooing  rating from him. He recognises the title phrase and immediately becomes animated. The story has a simple imperfect

becoming Professional

All of my life I have enjoyed telling stories. When I was quite young I thought I would be a writer and write my stories. As the years flew by my dream of becoming a writer disappeared into the quagmire of my deep subconscious and sat there sulking. As my teens evaporated I toyed with being an artist and even earned money to live on as an artist after I left school. This did not last either. My