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Friday 27 January 2017

Tuning in



The last few days have been filled with challenges, both personal and work related. On the whole I'm fairly upbeat and tend to muddle through, but today, along with questioning what I really want in life—I hit a metaphorical wall.

The photos were taken in town at the local market in Groningen, Netherlands and based on a card drawn from a series to: Indulge your senses. My card's purpose changed from taste to view, I suspect to lighten my mood, I needed visual food, as opposed to actual food to satisfy my mental appetite.















Sunday 17 January 2016

Snow Cat



❄️ Let it #snow, let it snow, let it snow... by Alison Day

The proverbial cat on the mat and debut venture into using an iPad app that's been staring at me for over half a year.
The transition from bamboo pen, my tool of choice for the computer, to big, fat, clumsy finger, slapping the screen and producing, albeit amature—an amusing doodle. And, when all is said and done, who is the cat on the mat? He or she doesn't resemble either of my two cats. Although one of the two, I'm owned by is a black and white cat called Missy.

Missy came from the sanctuary—a work in progress, was so frightened when she came to live with us that she started her residency in a cupboard in my study. At mealtimes, she would fly in, Zeppelin-like to devour her food, after which she would flee to her hideout again. The cat in the cupboard scenario continued for six whole weeks. On the odd occasion, if we met between rooms, she would literally run for her life, with a terrible scrabbling, scratching noise of her claws attempting to get a grip on the dark, wooden, parquet floors.

Finally, after six whole weeks of this crap and sporting an enormous scratch on my arm for good measure, I extricated her from the cupboard with a broom—permanently. It was then I discovered she was in fact a black and white cat, as opposed to all black and she had four legs as well. On that day, I told her in no uncertain terms that she needed to shape up, or she'd be going back!

It was as though she understood.

Our first contact was on the stairs. I hesitantly extended a forefinger in her direction, accompanied by a hopefull: 'Fingee?' This in turn was nervously accepted by a moist, black nose.



That was three years ago now and although Missy will always remain a nervy cat, these days, after a right royal trampling on my lap, to check we're still friends, in the evenings, she snuggles up next to me on the red sofa, sprawled out on her special woolly rug—I draw and she sleeps.



© Alison Day 





Friday 7 August 2015

Adventure Box




Yay! Look what just arrived...
The hardcover pre-orders and webshop stock of my debut children's book: Sam & the Adventure.
Waiting for deliveries of: soft covers, colouring books and picture magnets.  Available from 1st September via Alison Day Designs


Story synopsis:
...When Sam comes down to breakfast one morning, he finds that everything has changed.
Not only are his parents acting very strangely, but there is a large envelope waiting for him on the dining room table. This is followed by the arrival of a mysterious, empty blue train and heralds the start of the biggest adventure of his young life...



Sam & the Adventure is an 88-page, full colour children’s storybook, for girls and boys of all ages and the young-at-heart.











© Alison Day 




Monday 20 July 2015

Monday 11 May 2015

Blooming Interlude



As lovely as having a garden can be, they involve a great deal of work to keep them looking effortlessly beautiful.

Yesterday, sporting pink gardening gloves, I freed a small patch of its carpet of weeds. A weed which initially looked pretty, with shiny green, watercress-shaped leaves and tiny, fluorescent yellow flowers, but ended up with the whole garden in its grip.

After that, the next step was rejuvenation, as I removed the dead plants and filled the space with several, rather funky, red-tipped grasses called: Red Baron (Imperata cylindrca). Buster, my tom cat, helped—digging, peering into plant-ready holes and pouncing on earthworms, as they wriggled out of clods of earth.

But that wasn't the end of it, because once you start, something else will need attention. The vegetable plants and herbs that had been dominating the house for so long, were clamoring to be let out to play: courgettes and gerkins, aubergines and tomatoes, basil, coriander, cumin etc—they all received their wish—sunny spots in pots.

Today, with my coffee, I relax and admire the results of my labour, resigned to the accompanying aches and pains, from all that bending and crouching—right to my very fingertips. Although my efforts are but a scratch on the tip of an iceberg—the weeds have been warned!

Hmmm, what's that noise? I'm sure I can hear the sound of tiny, revving engines...










Photos by Alison Day


© Alison Day