Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Cats, cats, and more cats!


 Hi Friends, as you can see, I have been busy making cats! I started with plastic models, shaved down, and simply furred, but decided to sculpt them by hand, and I think I am improving with each new one! I am loving the process, it's fun, and the collectors seem to enjoy them. Hope you are all wonderful, and are looking forward to spring, I know I am! xoxox Christel












Wednesday, January 11, 2017

1:12 scale dollhouse miniature furred cats




Hi Friends, jut wanted to share my first attempts at furring these plastic models. I think they turned out nice, and it is a learning process, so hopefully  they will improve with each new piece. xoxox Christel

Monday, December 12, 2016

Special 2016 Edition The Little Match Seller



The Little Match-Seller

by

Hans Christian Andersen

(1846)

IT was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old year, and the snow was falling fast. In the cold and the darkness, a poor little girl, with bare head and naked feet, roamed through the streets. It is true she had on a pair of slippers when she left home, but they were not of much use. They were very large, so large, indeed, that they had belonged to her mother, and the poor little creature had lost them in running across the street to avoid two carriages that were rolling along at a terrible rate. One of the slippers she could not find, and a boy seized upon the other and ran away with it, saying that he could use it as a cradle, when he had children of his own. So the little girl went on with her little naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried a number of matches, and had a bundle of them in her hands. No one had bought anything of her the whole day, nor had anyone given her even a penny. Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along; poor little child, she looked the picture of misery. The snowflakes fell on her long, fair hair, which hung in curls on her shoulders, but she regarded them not.
Lights were shining from every window, and there was a savory smell of roast goose, for it was New-year’s eve—yes, she remembered that. In a corner, between two houses, one of which projected beyond the other, she sank down and huddled herself together. She had drawn her little feet under her, but she could not keep off the cold; and she dared not go home, for she had sold no matches, and could not take home even a penny of money. Her father would certainly beat her; besides, it was almost as cold at home as here, for they had only the roof to cover them, through which the wind howled, although the largest holes had been stopped up with straw and rags. Her little hands were almost frozen with the cold. Ah! perhaps a burning match might be some good, if she could draw it from the bundle and strike it against the wall, just to warm her fingers. She drew one out—“scratch!” how it sputtered as it burnt! It gave a warm, bright light, like a little candle, as she held her hand over it. It was really a wonderful light. It seemed to the little girl that she was sitting by a large iron stove, with polished brass feet and a brass ornament. How the fire burned! and seemed so beautifully warm that the child stretched out her feet as if to warm them, when, lo! the flame of the match went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the half-burnt match in her hand.
She rubbed another match on the wall. It burst into a flame, and where its light fell upon the wall it became as transparent as a veil, and she could see into the room. The table was covered with a snowy white table-cloth, on which stood a splendid dinner service, and a steaming roast goose, stuffed with apples and dried plums. And what was still more wonderful, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled across the floor, with a knife and fork in its breast, to the little girl. Then the match went out, and there remained nothing but the thick, damp, cold wall before her.
She lighted another match, and then she found herself sitting under a beautiful Christmas-tree. It was larger and more beautifully decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door at the rich merchant’s. Thousands of tapers were burning upon the green branches, and colored pictures, like those she had seen in the show-windows, looked down upon it all. The little one stretched out her hand towards them, and the match went out.
The Christmas lights rose higher and higher, till they looked to her like the stars in the sky. Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. “Someone is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.
She again rubbed a match on the wall, and the light shone round her; in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining, yet mild and loving in her appearance. “Grandmother,” cried the little one, “O take me with you; I know you will go away when the match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the roast goose, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree.” And she made haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother there. And the matches glowed with a light that was brighter than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where there was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God.
In the dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale cheeks and smiling mouth, leaning against the wall; she had been frozen to death on the last evening of the year; and the New-year’s sun rose and shone upon a little corpse! The child still sat, in the stiffness of death, holding the matches in her hand, one bundle of which was burnt. “She tried to warm herself,” said some. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory she had entered with her grandmother, on New-year’s day.




Hello friends, For the past several years, I have created the Little Match Seller girl at Christmastime. This year is no exception. This is my rendering of the sad, and poignant story for this Christ mas Season. I hope you love her, she is listed on my ebay now. Thank you so much for stopping in to see her. xoxox Christel

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Elven Scout

 
Hello to  my friends. My apologies for not posting much lately. I think this crazy election got everyone stirred up, and now scratching our heads wondering... what's going to happen? Not judging Trump, nor Clinton..just a little bewildered. Hope you are all doing well. Wanted to share this Male Elven Scout I created, and have listed on my ebay now.  Hope you all are excited about Thanksgiving, and like me, have much to be thankful for! xoxox Christel
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 





Monday, May 23, 2016

Depression Era Poignant doll sculpture

 
 
 
 
My latest work is a bit different. I have added to my home grown series of country children,  but this time I took us back before many of our times. This doll is a 5' piece, depicting a young girl selling turnips by the road side during the depression. Hope you like her. She is listed on my ebay now. xoxox Christel
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 






Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Sunset mermaid

 
Hello friends, here is my latest sculpt, a Sunset mermaid basking on a seaside rock. She is listed on my eay now. Hope you are all doing well. Miss you! xoxox Christel
 
 
 
 




Thursday, April 28, 2016

Alice Wonderland Daydreaming

 
Hi friends, here's a new sculpture, a sweet version of Alice. She is listed on ebay now. xoxox Christel