Some images of goodies I've been making with my stunning model Fleur (Pop) to help. I'm making up signage for my 'mushroom lane' (that's my label for the kids goodies I make) stand in the up coming craft fair. As you can see I'm not the worlds greatest photographer! But hey 
A couple of my latest ATC's for a swap, I wanted a New Zealand theme. The one on the left is a quirky magazine with a feather boarder. The Maori decorate beautiful hand woven cloaks with feathers from native birds. Its a real honor to wear one.
The second is an adaptation of two Maori myths. The Maori word for moon is Marama and there is a story about a Woman called Rona, who went to collect some water from the local spring guided by the light of the moon, however Rona trips as the moon sneaks behind a cloud. Feeling wild in her agony, Rona curses at the moon, to which she overhears and Scoops her up. Rona tryed to resist the moon grabbing at the trees..but to no avail. She can still be seen when the moon is full, Rona and the Ngaio tree.
The second story is of creation.
In the beginning was Te Kore, the nothing, and from Te Kore came Te Po, the night. In that impenetrable darkness Rangi the sky father lay in the arms of Papa the Earth Mother. Then their children crawled through the space between their bodies for they longed for freedom, wind blowing over sharp hill tops and deep valleys and light to warm their pale bodies.
Then Tane-mahuta, mighty Father of all living things whom loved light and freedom, rose to his feet, summoning all his strength he pushed between his parents until the mighty bodies of Earth and Sky were torn apart. Angry winds screamed through the space between them. Tane and his brothers looked at the soft curves of their Mother and as light crept across land they saw a veil of silver mist that hung over her naked shoulders- the mist of grief for her lost husband. Tears shot fast from Rangis eyes. The showers of rain ran together in pools and streams across the body of Earth Mother.
Tane whom despite separating his parents, loved them very much and bought his children the trees and set then in the earth. He gifted Rangi his father a basket of shining ones from the sacred mountain of Maunganui . Tane placed five across the breast of his father and sprinkled his dark blue robe with the children of light, the shining ones. The basket he hung in the heavens, the basket of the milky way.
Some goodies I scored in the weekend. I'm always after vintage patterns so if anyone wants to get rid of any...yes please please!
And finally my Victorian ATC swap arrived from San Diego today. Exciting!!
Its funny that I have never put any of my aromatherapy stuff on my blog, perhaps because I haven't met any fellow soap makers, But I think it deserves a little gloat as It seems to take up a lot of my time now that I'm committed to several regular markets. In fact I feel a soapy/ bloggy giveaway coming! Tee Hee. xoxoxoxxox
