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Some Things I Do

I'm sure by now you've figured out that I always have to be busy doing something crafty - at times my crafts are a bit unusual to some people. Such as decoupaging my daughters bedroom door and decoupaging heads. I love doing heads and have sold a few, plus it relaxes me.
My Head
The Door

I know you're probably nodding your heads about now asking yourself why anyone would want a head in their home, but it really is an art piece. By the time I finish it looks breakable. I want to do a full mannequin, but for now I'm working on half a body.

Here's some of my other projects that I do. Personalized pillows and place mats, tutu's for newborns - adults, and for the pups, costumes and pillowcase dresses and tops.
Place Mat

Newborn Tutu
dog tutu's
                      Just thought I'd share... still need to show you my photography.
“Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads.” - Erica Jong

Pillowcase Dress



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