Trees from Tokushima

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Hello! It has been far too long, and recently life has gotten calm enough for me to consider blog updates. I’m actually on vacation on Grand Cayman at the moment, with the following view just above my laptop.

The bunny café has been progressing, but it’s been so piecemeal I didn’t think I had enough for a cohesive post for a while. Case in point, I have twelve blog posts started on different aspects waiting in the wings.

I decided why not start with the foundation, and while peel-and-stick veneers are not a new thing, I found some really unique ones to share.

I thought to myself, “I used Hawaiian wood in the hideaway, why not use some Japanese wood in the café?” Finding said Japanese wood, or even the kind of woods used in the Land of the Rising Sun, proved a bit of a quest. I Googled every combination wood and the concept of thinness that you could imagine, and eventually found a company called BIG Will.

As best as I can tell from their Google translated website, they take trees being thinned in forests for conservation efforts, trees felled in the big tsunami, or old trees being removed from schoolyards or businesses around Japan. They then mill the wood into thin sheets and use them in products. On their Facebook page they also do a lot of outreach at schools, with photos of happy children and their handmade crafts.

I couldn’t help but notice the serendipity of using a company called White Rabbit Express for the bunny café, and felt I had reached a new level of Japanophile cred by using a purchasing service. Since many Japanese (or other international) stores do not ship beyond their country’s borders, services like White Rabbit acquire the item for you, then ship it to you, with a fee for their efforts.

I purchased hinoki, tamo, and birch, as well as some random mini sheets, which contained I think sapele, oak, and pine. They are giant stickers, which you can cut to size. Hinoki is a type of cypress that is aromatic and water resistant, and so it is commonly used to make bathtubs and spa items. My sheet was cheerfully pinkish, and I did seal it a bit of polyurethane, but not so slick that teeny bunnies couldn’t get traction.

The wood was so thin that for best results I pre-painted the base in matching colors. You can actually see the difference it makes in the second photo, before I trimmed off the excess in the white zone.

Tamo grows in mountainous regions and since it was hard to obtain, it used to be reserved for royalty. It is also resistant to the elements, so I used it on the deck. To make the planks look less perfect and more worn, I doubled up on the thin strips in some places and placed folded strips of it under other sections for a buckled effect. Varying dilutions of Citadel’s Agrax Earthshade and some sanding of the high spots worked better than I could have hoped. Every miniature nail I had was too big, but the deck wouldn’t have been held together by magic, so I used gunmetal-colored wire from some headpins and cut them into short stubs to look like screws. I still have a ways to go (as in everything except the five leftmost planks), but you get the idea.

I chose tile for the entryway because in my experience, rabbits dislike tile floors (Hanna won’t go on them), or they at least can’t move quickly on them since it’s hard for them to get good footing. Their feet are covered in fur and they lack paw pads, after all. I figured it was a good bit of insurance for keeping the staff inside.

The tiles are polymer clay, which I ran through a pasta machine to make thin sheets and used a hexagonal punch. To get them aligned properly, I printed the tile pattern on paper, then did an old-school pencil graphite transfer (cover the backside with scribbled pencil, tape where desired, trace the printed parts with a ball point pen, remove paper). It worked well enough to show me where the tiles were supposed to go.

With the tiles glued in, I used some 1/16” half round wood strip, soaked in hot water to make it bendy, to fence in the grout and transition from tile to hardwood. I thought that doing the grout would be a breeze, and used some Pebeo modeling paste I had around. But it was a messy business. I couldn’t let it dry on the tiles because it permanently adhered to them, and I eventually resorted to holding the floor sideways, wiping off the excess grout with wet fingers, and letting the mess drip off the edge into a trashcan. It took three rounds to get enough grout to look right, and then lots of sanding and buffing, to try to get back to their original shine. By that point, most of the clear polyurethane I’d delicately layered on had worn off.

The tedious tilework reminded me of that old Batteries Not Included move. (A quirky and endearing old gem, worth a watch).

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Daydreaming of bunnies and the happenings of fish

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The Pokémon homage has been coming along and I make bursts of progress now and again, but I was reaching a point where other projects seemed rosier.  I realized the reason was that for the Pokémon scene to be effective, everything has to look a certain way. Making something another fan would identify as accurate is a great challenge, but that marvelous and detailed world has already been created and I am bound by it.

I let my mind wander and arrived at a tiny café in the middle of Tokyo. A quaint tea shop that is also home to a group of rabbits, who are patient with the guests but well cared for. The shop’s name and its nuances have quickly fallen into place, and in a few days the lasercut pieces will arrive and I will have this project’s possibilities to balance the requirements of the other.

In the meantime, while Tea and Bunny remains a sketch and an idea, I can point you to a couple of cute videos of rabbit cafes (here and here) and you can see what I’m thinking on my Pinterest board.

I’ll be hopping between the two projects, and another donated house, for the next several months, so hopefully something in the mix will tickle your fancies :-).

As for a pet update, Gill’s fins keep growing and I’m about to change his name to Rapunzel. He also hardly ever stops moving, except to sleep curled up in the grass. His genetics still baffle me.

He’s a month and a half older on the left, and still a hyperactive ham.

And nothing says “buy me a massive sampler of fancy hay” like a sudden onset of ileus on a Sunday morning. Similar to her E. cuniculi bout a couple of years ago, Hanna went from bouncy and voracious to hunched and not eating in like two hours, and it took her several days to recover. I learned that lacing meds in banana slices only works three times. And bunny owners all know their lives are ruled by their tiny charges.

She only likes the oat hay. Sigh.

Happy Easter everyone!

New craft room buddy!

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Meet the newest member of our household, who will be hanging out in my craft room to keep me company.

newbetta1He doesn’t have a name yet, but I like his spark.

I had a wonderful, though cowardly and morbid betta named Pansy a couple of years ago (I actually did a Toastmasters speech on the many ways he tried to murder himself or was injured by his tankmates, half of which were inanimate objects). Pansy was a small treasure, and thanks to his marble genes, did a lot of color changing over his lifetime, mostly swapping his white for turquoise. After his passing, his tank was cleaned and neatly packed away, waiting for its new tenant.

A while ago I got the fishkeeping nibble to get a betta tank running again in my craft room. Knowing this, my friend and I found ourselves in a pet store yesterday, and while no one likes seeing those teeny cups, most of their occupants seemed active, clean, and healthy, and it was the biggest and most varied collection of beautiful bettas I’d ever seen. It probably took me half an hour to choose, with yea/nay help from my friend, and still at the eleventh hour I switched from a billowy tricolor to this pastel, pearlescent oddity.

Part of it was I wanted the more wild-type plakat shape, after Pansy’s flowing fins kept getting him into trouble. Newbie’s colors are very shimmery and ethereal when they catch the light. He’s also a lot braver than his predecessor, and I daresay more intelligent. By his second feeding (he darted to the bottom on his first) he figured out whenever I come into the room (or so much as make eye contact) to race to the front and dance like crazy, then immediately pause and look up at the surface for pellets. Repeat as needed until desired result. I fell for an aquatic peacock, and I don’t think he understands that feeding him whenever he wants will make him fat.

I confess I broke the cardinal rule of fishkeeping (and I’m a DVM no less) and set up the tank the same day instead of letting it cycle. Five gallons with plants, sand, and all the peripherals is a vast improvement to the cup though.

fishtankOne thing I’m really interested in is whether his sky blue and yellow brighten or change with time. He may just be a light-colored fish, and I’m cool with that, but I also see some variation in his scales that suggests marble genetics, and there are amazing before and after photos of similarly young and pale pet store “rescues”  who look like totally different, vibrant fish after days or weeks of better husbandry. I promptly went to Amazon and bought him two brands of the finest of pellets.

He needs an aristocratic name because he is already somewhat spoiled and is about to get very spoiled. I am thinking about Marquis, because of the powder blue and gold, Lafayette is my favorite Hamilton character, and this fish has no problem advertising himself like a freaking theater marquee :-).

The Search for Wolf River

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I confess, this entry was going to go up months ago but then I got caught up in finishing my Master’s. Figured late is better than never :-).

wolfriver6For the past few years, my family has been on a quiet mission. My Grandmother, now in her nineties and who I’ve mentioned before on this blog, grew up in the mountains of North Carolina. She once told us about the best apple jelly made from Wolf River apples, and that the apples had enough natural pectin to gel on their own, which was convenient when living high up on the mountain and in lean times. My Mom also remembers the homemade apple jelly my Great Grandmother made and its unique taste. These legendary apples are also humongous, with tales that a single one could fill a pie.

Unfortunately, in our part of the country, the variety has a very short growing season, and we missed finding Wolf River at farmer’s markets for two years in a row.

By pure chance, I went to the state farmer’s market early last fall and Wolf River was just coming into season. One vendor had a lone bushel box, and after telling her what my family wanted to do with them, she sold me the whole thing.

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I have teeny hands but these are still massive apples.

We’d never made jelly before, but my Sister and I got together on a Sunday afternoon and worked late into the night. Our Grandmother walked us through the process on speakerphone in the kitchen. We soon learned these apples were strange, and immediately cooked into a thick sauce, instead of keeping any kind of shape. Wolf Rivers are famous for making apple butter, and I can see why, but all of the how-to YouTube videos I’d seen had shapely stewed apples in a nice clear juice. When it came time to strain our brew, we had to dilute the mush and watch the trickle of murky liquid ever so slowly fill a four-quart bowl.

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Mush, mush, and the hard-earned juice in the back.

We used the 1 cup juice to 1 cup sugar ratio and worked in batches cooking the jelly. It was neat how by the end of the night my Sister and I could taste the liquid and know when it was ready. Terrified of the idea of sharing botulism with my relatives, we also boiled everything, and then gave the finished jars a good boil (because USDA said so).

The best way I can describe the flavor is rustic. It’s sour, but not as tart as Granny Smith, and almost savory, but when cooked it magically becomes the quintessential country apple flavor. I made an apple pie with some of the extras and it was marvelous. I may not find them again for some time, but these would be my go-to baking apple, along with Arkansas Black.

wolfriver5In the end we got through half the bushel before realizing we’d filled every available pot in my Sister’s kitchen, and were rewarded with eighteen big and little jars of gelatinous substance, which we gave to our relatives at Christmas as a surprise. We also paired it with a family photo album, which had some neat 1800’s tintypes and other gems of our history in western North Carolina.

My Great Great Grandfather Vernon.

My Great Grandfather.

Where my Grandmother grew up.

Where my Grandmother grew up.

A little Christmas cheer

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Good tidings everyone! I am one exam away from being done with my Master’s of Public Health, and figured I had time for a quick post.

My miniatures club just had their annual Christmas party and it was heartwarming as always. As is tradition, we did a gift exchange, and my contribution this year was this little 2″ fellow.

steiff1Yep, I went back to bun side after two years and made another rabbit toy. Whenever I think of miniatures and Christmas I imagine tiny Victorian homes festooned with all of the holiday trimmings, and the simple yet elegant toys the children would have played with a hundred years ago. I recently learned about the history of Steiff plush toys, so I made a little Steiff bunny complete with the button in the ear. It was a nice reason to test out a set of Derwent Inktense watercolor pencils, and the bun started out all white.

steiff4As a bit of trivia, I fashioned the name Wishcraft from the idea of thoughts becoming real, and have long loved the story of the Velveteen Rabbit. It is also part of the reason why my logo has a bunny, but don’t tell Hanna because she doesn’t like to share the spotlight.

Speaking of Hanna in the spotlight, she recently ventured onto our new sofa, with a bit of help by making her some stairs and a cave system  :-). The video is a bit long, but is good at showing how bunnies methodically explore new places. She’s doing pretty good for a 2009 vintage. Sorry for the dreaded cell phone black bars.

 

I choose you!

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Cyndaquil in the TV series. Mine is not that smug.

Cyndaquil in the TV series. Mine would never be that smug.

The most important decision for players of the Pokémon games is which starter you pick from the Pokémon Professor’s lab at the very beginning of the game. Each generation has three unique beasties, corresponding to fire, water, and grass, and this creature is your first buddy and protector. Cyndaquil is my favorite starter of all time (Chikorita is a very close second), and in my story, he is the rookie member of my team, given to me as a newly registered trainer arriving in Johto from Kalos.

Starter Pokémon are always cute and toddler-like, probably because they are supposed to grow with their trainer. But this trait made posing Cyndaquil difficult, because he suffers from a serious case of T-Rex Arm Syndrome and has a snout that gets places 15 minutes before he does. But my little napalm-spewing shrew is resourceful, and will MacGyver whatever he needs in the mini scene.

Reference images made for the TV show. I really wish I'd known about these when I was sculpting mine!

Reference images made way back when for the TV show. I really wish I’d known about these when I was sculpting mine!

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Yes he had a stick toothpick up his butt, and I’m still fighting with that epic schnozz.

His sculpt was the first and surprisingly difficult, making me have a deeper appreciation for the people who design toys based off of 2D characters. It taught me to stick to reference pics, even if Cyndaquil’s nose defies the third dimension.

Actual internal conversation I had follows.

Me: I should give him some cheeks, to look more like a real animal, like this one:

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Pygmy shrews are totally tiny Cyndaquils.

Myself: But Cyndaquils don’t really have cheeks…their heads are like perfectly round.

Me: I’ll try anyway. (10 minutes later…) Hrm, that doesn’t look much like a Cyndaquil.

Myself: See, I told Me. Hrm, but now that it’s round again it looks pretty boring and expressionless.

Me: Don’t say I didn’t warn Myself.

I was going to show each Pokemon sculpt with their final paint jobs, but since everything in the scene is going to be painted, I’m going to wait. Like a blank canvas turning into a finished piece, the miniature scene is going to go from flat white to full color, and I think it will make for a fun before and after.

If digital Japanese creatures aren’t your thing and you came here for the dollhouses, here’s a spoiler of the build.

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The Parade of Homes, Johto edition.

Houses in the Pokémon games are eerily similar, especially in the older games. One room downstairs, door on the left, big window on the right, attic room if you’re lucky. Since my scene is in a forest, I went with a log cabin (like the top right image).

Here is the current mockup, cut out of Gatorboard and dressed up with basswood like the mill cottage, held in place with lots of masking tape. The house is only a couple of inches deep because it will be fitting inside a shadowbox when all is said and done. It’s funny that I’m making it with wood, only to cover it in white and paint it to look like wood again.

cabinspoiler2cabinspoiler3In other news, I am on my last semester of my Masters of Public Health (yay!), but that means I’m going to be buried in papers the next couple of weeks.  Believe you me, once I have my free time back I will be doing a lot of crafting!

“I wanna be the very best…”

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There’s a subset of the population who reads this line and feels a nostalgic wave (including the US Olympic swim team at 5:01). I didn’t encounter Pokémon games until college with a bootleg rom of Crystal, but it was a big part of my husband and his sister’s lives, and I’m now pretty into the games and the fandom. Some of Justin’s proudest childhood moments are when he broke the clock in Pokémon Blue (at 255 hours, probably because 8-bit data storage can handle 256 values, including 0), got 13 Pokémon to level 100 without cheating, and won a Mew off another kid way back when those were only given away at contests and events.

This year marks the 20th anniversary of the first Pokémon games, and the company has been having a year-long celebration. The original games had 151 beasties you could catch and interact with, and in two decades that number has increased to a staggering 720, with another batch on the way later this year (totally reserving a copy of Sun, by the way).

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Image by Firehippo782. It doesn’t include the most recent generation, but you get the idea :-).

Like Mario, Legend of Zelda, and other lasting video games, the main Pokémon games are rife with traditions that fuel the nostalgia. The player always starts as a new Pokémon trainer, who is given their first Pokémon by a local professor, and then embarks on an adventure to explore the world. In celebration of the anniversary, I’m making a scene from the game world, with my all-time favorite Pokémon team.

trainercard-lizThis project has been tricky to get into, mainly because I kept changing the setting, I had several hundred possible Pokémon to whittle down to about six faves, and a not insignificant part of me wimps out publicly and serially posting the extent of my previously hidden geekiness. This project will also be a huge technical challenge, because most of it is going to be sculpted out of polymer clay and painted. I’m also trying to recreate the feel of franchise’s art style. Sort of like when you go to Mikey and Minnie’s Houses at Disney World and it’s like you’ve stepped through the television screen.

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Who’s that Pokémon?

Half of my team is sculpted in 1:24 scale (though some doozies are left) and the house is in rough pieces.

So grab your PokéDex and choose your starter, because we’re going on a little journey to the world of Pokémon!

 

What’s your 20?

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*Huff huff pant pant*…Hello everyone, how’s it going?

I know I said I’d get back into blogging once the semester was over, but it’s been pretty kooky in the Bradshaw household up til now, and the dust is finally settling.

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Let’s hope this transport lasts 13 years like its Mazda predecessor.

Since the last post, my husband and I sold three cars, bought two cars (including one Honda Eggplant and a Scion XB pretending to be a different “big blue box”), and moved into our first (soon to be very geeky) house from our apartment.

pokemondoormatHanna has adapted well, and believes herself to have dominion over all boxes (or anything she sees, really) and so she has been pleased with her new, ever-shifting territory.

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Yes, my minions, climb!

I also took on the role of Vice President in my miniatures club, which means I come up with the crafts we do at the meetings for the next year. The ladies decided to take the plunge into making my half scale beach bungalow, and since half scale is hard to shop for, I designed some furniture for them.

beachfurniture3FYI, if anyone is interested in the kits (house and furniture), I have one or two spares I could part with :-).

As for future projects, the move reminds me of a certain fandom on which I am going to do a mini tribute…

PokemonHouseEach Pokémon game begins with the player moving to a (usually two-room) house in a new (and absurdly tiny) town. This year is the 20th anniversary of the original game, and when I’m not taking breaks from Pokémon Go or Pokémon Sun when it comes out later this year, I’ll be making my trainer abode and team.

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Justin telling Ekans he won’t take no more sass at dinner. Please disregard my finger.

The Pokémon world is both frustratingly and conveniently flexible in its style, so we will see what happens.

dollhousefinishedOh, and I finished Bonnie’s House and got it delivered to kind relatives who will find it a good home. My part in its story is finished but hopefully its tale will be a long and happy one 🙂

P.S. – The children’s science museum I used to work at eons ago had radios and we actually used the title phrase often…Probably because most of us were high schoolers and thought talking like truckers was cool.

Happy Easter!

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Muahahaha these round things are all mine!

I really apologize for disappearing since early February with the conclusion of the Undersized Urbanite. (I won second place in the experienced category, which I’m grateful for, and this year’s entries were very imaginative!) Since then I’ve had my nose to the grindstone on my Master’s project, my day job, a friendly commission for cartography, and helping out the clubs I’m in, to the level where sleep and social interactions have been luxuries. Once May rolls around, you will find a much more relaxed, crafting, and blogging version of me.

In the meantime, here is what Hanna’s been up to lately. I’ll make use of today’s date to cheer for the Make Mine Chocolate campaign and others that promote not giving children live bunnies at Easter, because many will end up in shelters or worse. Based on her age when she was found, Hanna could have been an unwanted 2009-model Easter bunny, but I think her story turned out alright :-).

 

In other news, I have been stealing away tidbits of time to put finishing touches on Bonnie’s house, and it will find its new owners in May as well.

Here’s an in-progress teaser until then. Are those two little ears I see?

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Aloha, and welcome to the Ohana House!

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It came down to the wire and our apartment is buried under the most epic crafty mess, but here is my submission for the 2015 Undersized Urbanite, the Hawaiian bungalow. (For the full experience, here’s some mood music.)

It’s called the Ohana House because ohana means family, and several of the items in the house represent my family and friends. (Yes, I did watch Lilo and Stitch last night).

Houseside2littleHouseInterior1littleHawaii is an amalgamation of cultures, such as the Polynesian, Japanese, Chinese, and Puerto Rican ways of life, and I wanted to incorporate them in the house as well. I may post more detailed info on some of the objects after the contest is over, but today is about the whole (i.e., it’s really long because I got behind on posts).

 

Vintage Hawaii

Hawaii3EditedlittleThe surfboard represents my coworker, because she is always cheerful and fun and doesn’t let life’s troubles get her down. She is also a wonderful mom and I see her supporting and protecting her family, as a surfboard supports its rider. This old-school board is made of strips of basswood, mahogany, and walnut to make the pinstripe, with a coat of poly for some shine.

My first attempt at a tiki carving was a laughable failure, but number two was a passable Lono, the hippie Hawaiian god of music, agriculture, and peace (seriously, he rode into the world on a rainbow). I confess his bum cheeks are not symmetrical, and his hands-on-hips stance made the Macarena play in my head for longer than is healthy.

One friend of mine is an avid reader, and her homage is a bookshelf made of Hawaiian koa from Hilo. It came as rough pen blanks that a super cool neighbor cut for me into thin slices. I’ve never worked with such a hard wood, but even covered in sanding dust the koa was iridescent. Most of the books are mini versions of her favorites, plus some National Geographics because my grandmother always shares them.

The lasercut doormat was a more epic undertaking than I’d anticipated, but the results were almost worth it. More than one swear word was uttered as I played a tiny game of Operation, blueifying just the nooks and crannies with paint.

My father-in-law likes wearing Hawaiian shirts, and the last time we went to Hawaii, he asked us to bring back the loudest one we could find. We did not disappoint, but I toned the mini version down a bit. Painting this shirt with Setacolors was nerve-wracking but a lot of fun. The buttons are real mother of pearl so they sparkle a bit, and the kukui nut lei is made of seed beads and tiny paper flowers.

I brazenly admit I spent way too much time on the ukulele, but my strange passion for the instrument got the better of me again. I relied on laser cutting for the birch body, and then did some carving and sanding to shape the neck. It has a real Gaboon ebony fretboard and saddle, and an abalone diamond in the headstock to give it some extra sparkle. A coat of satin poly made me want to hug it, but the stories were true, it takes polyurethane forever to dry on ebony and the instrument stayed sticky for a whole week.

 

Asian Flair

Asian1EditedI have always loved the stylistic portrayal of butterflies and moths in Chinese art, and tried to make a lunar moth on the cabinet. This piece existed before the house did and I used the cinnabar red, jade green, lacquer black, and gold as the color scheme for the rest of the room.

Since I’ve already done a post on making bonsai, the only thing I’ll say about this one is that I made the pot similar to how they are made in real life and it got a fun-size glass Buddha. My resident also has a nice Japanese tetsubin and tansu (though no cups to drink tea from yet).

 

The Loft

Loft2littleI imagine the person living in this house to be fond of travel and that they have a collection of vintage travel posters, postcards, and pen pal letters on display in their inner sanctum. I’d been pondering some industrial-style hanging lamps, but after deep discussion, my husband proclaimed this resident was too spontaneous to have dedicated lighting, so they rigged up a string of Christmas lights. The hubs also thought the person would have a sleeping bag tucked in there, but my friend and I broke the tie for a Japanese futon with a quilt and pillow.

loftlitHere is the underside pre-flooring, because it’s hard to photograph the posters in the finished house. I didn’t have a warm tropical wood to line the eaves and loft floor so I used cherry.

 

The Studio

Interior1littleI don’t know why, but putting the ceiling fan together made me very happy, and it was an unexpected cobbling of spare parts. Few homes in Hawaii have air conditioning because they always have the trade winds (a boon of being out in the middle of the ocean) and mild temps. It’s normal there to leave the windows open and maybe have a fan, especially a fun tropical palm fan. The blades are made of woven jute paper.

The shoji lamp hiding in the back left corner took 44 tiny pieces of wood, but I think it puts out a cute glow through the rice paper. As with many other aspects of Japanese culture, these screens were originally a Chinese invention, but they took on a new life, design, and utility in Japan. Each side has eight panes since it is an auspicious number in Japan.

Record3littleA family beach house just wouldn’t be right without my father’s tunes wafting through the windows, and I secretly learned his favorite albums and artists to make a suitcase-style record player. The records are beads that were actually made from old vinyl records! I had to go to the technical support section of the Crosley website to confirm these do have plugs…all of the pictures of these online would lead you to believe they run on magic. I put my family’s name as the brand.

On the wall next to the Happy Bunny scroll is a carved cinnabar jewelry cabochon from the 1940’s (the painted wood kind of cinnabar, not the crystallized mercury kind…I hope).

The hanging chair was just something cool I saw on Pinterest, but I thought it would be fun for someone to sway in it and dip their toes in a fluffy plumeria rug.

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The Great Outdoors

WelcomelittleHawaii is famous for its rusty red dirt and my mom and I spent several minutes in the paints aisle of the craft store going through our memories of Maui’s soil and picking out colors. The lava rock is florist’s foam, and some of some of the sand on the beach (mostly the shells and bigger pieces) came from Maui. The palm tree is made of thick floral wire, wrapped in quilt batting and muslin. Before this morning it had no leaves, and it will one day have a hammock tied to it.

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The Lanai

HouseSidelittleA Hawaiian hale (house) would not be complete without a lanai (porch), which is covered in teak. I still have a habit of stealing wooden coffee stirrers on my travels, and I had a tidy stash of ones from the Bahamas and Portland. Since both places are known for kicking back with a cold, fermented beverage, I fashioned them into Adirondack chairs. I then realized I had a friend who owns a bar with her husband and they particularly like to relax at the beach setting, so these colorful chairs are for them.

Lastly, I present the world’s tiniest pair of Birkenstocks, made of real cork, leather, and human angst.

birkenstocksI also learned along the way that aloha has a much deeper significance than hello and goodbye. According to Queen Lili’uokalani, it is the recognition of life in another being and the happiness that is being part of nature. It is a powerful word that can only be spoken with a pure heart.

Aloha, friends.