These days I’m up early. I always have ideas in my head. Sometimes it is small designs. Others it is urban design ideas. Most days it is both.
Today is one of those days. Inspired by the water close by, the idea of place – as in placemaking – and meeting a remarkable lady, Kim Jones, the mother of musical artists Angus and Julia Stone, and the question just “Who are you?” – I did these design for guitar picks:
Sea inspired collage – add your own monogram guitar pick by Clareville
View another guitar pick at Zazzle
I have just found this fabulous POD (Print on Demand) website which allows you to design your own swimwear.
Perfect for the creative type who loves to swim!! Me!! I’m in heaven.
Here are just some of the new products from Zazzle. So go crazy with your designs and start creating:
Here are a few of my latest:
Dotty circles abstract pattern flameless candle by Clareville
Look at Dotty Candles online at Zazzle.com
Spinning square abstract pattern printed shoes by Clareville
View more Spinning High Tops at zazzle.com
Zazzle Heart Adventure Collection:
I have been having fun putting some of my most popular designs on Zazzle latest products. Here are just some of the results:
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to seaIn a beautiful pea-green boat,They took some honey, and plenty of money,Wrapped up in a five-pound note.The Owl looked up to the stars above,And sang to a small guitar,“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,What a beautiful Pussy you are,You are,You are!What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!How charmingly sweet you sing!O let us be married! too long we have tarried:But what shall we do for a ring?”They sailed away, for a year and a day,To the land where the Bong-Tree growsAnd there in a wood a Piggy-wig stoodWith a ring at the end of his nose,His nose,His nose,With a ring at the end of his nose.
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shillingYour ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”So they took it away, and were married next dayBy the Turkey who lives on the hill.They dined on mince, and slices of quince,Which they ate with a runcible spoon;And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,They danced by the light of the moon,The moon,The moon,They danced by the light of the moon.
Source: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (1983)