Showing posts with label seal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seal. Show all posts

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Seal Polymer Pup

Boy-oh-boy am I in love with polymer clay. So is our Munchkin!! Where else could you get such quick animal toys. For this project, all I did was shape some polymer clay in the basic shape of a seal based on this picture I took on our last vacation.
We called this seal Phoebe. She was a regular at the low tide rock island in front of our cottage.  Once I finished shaping the seal, I baked it according to the directions on the package. Once dry and cool I put on a coat of heritage white acrylic paint over the entire seal. Then, I sponged on a light grey and finally a darker grey/black. 
For the face I used a tiny paintbrush and some black ovals for the eyes, nose and mouth lines. Grey for the cheeks and the forehead line to the nose. I sponged a bit more grey around the face and that was it. Munchkin named it Dasher as first (Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer is a perennial favorite in our house) but soon changed the name over to Phoebe once I mentioned what picture I used for my model. :-) 
We're heading off for our Munchkins first tenting expedition. It's about a 4 hour drive away to the middle of nowhere. Should be fun (fingers crossed)!! I'll tell you all about it when we get back and hopefully I'll have some pictures to share. :-)

Here are some parties I am linking up to:

Funky Junk's Sat Nite Special

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The Girl Creative

Sumo Sweet Stuff
The DIY Show Off

Birthday Wedding cakes crafts parties


Get your craft on Thurs.

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Funky Junk's Sat Nite Special

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Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Periwinkle Patience

The world was filled with a fragrance of fir-balsam and the faintest flavor of seaweed from the ledges, bare and brown at low tide in the harbor. It was so still and so early that the village was but half awake. I could hear no voices save those of the birds, small and great,- the constant song of the sparrows, the clink of a yellow-hammer over in the woods, and the far conversation of some deliberate crows.
~ Sarah Orne Jewett
The Country of the Pointed Firs

There is something all together different about living on the coast of Maine, if only for a week. Time is gauged by the tides. The sea, the shoreline and all it's mysteries beckon.  Crabs hidden in the seaweed, sea glass sparkling in the sand, stones rubbed round and smooth, wild roses, high bush blueberries, lobster feasts, and clothes sun drying on the line. And, through it all I feel the tug of the tide on my heart.... I always find such great opportunity for emotional healing in the sounds of the waves.

We kept a keen eye out for animals. One harp seal in particular used a rock near our cottage at low tide to stake it's claim and take a well needed break from seal responsibilities. 

Lobstering is serious business in Maine. We watched the boats come in all day long and pull the traps, choose the catch to keep, throw the old bait to the hungry sea gulls, add new bait and drop the trap again. Old men and young, women too. Boats with names like the Redeemed or the Available.

We did a lot of collecting. Rocks, shells, sea glass, and favorite memories.

What child wouldn't want to explore on this beach?? What adult wouldn't, for that matter??

Suddenly, as we looked, a gleam of golden sunshine struck the outer islands, and one of them shone out clear in the light, and revealed itself in a compelling way to our eyes. 
~The Country of the Pointed Firs

One could learn a lot about patience from a periwinkle.