This is from my preparation for an art project and final piece, I didn't end up putting the rose in, but i was quite pleased with how it turned out. I always seem to find, I get really into the prep work, and when it comes to the final piece, I get quite bored easily, and it gets worse towards the end, which is never good!

This is a copy of Roy Lichtenstein's girl with the tear, and a little eye in the corner, when I studied Roy Lichtenstein, more prep work...:)

This is my first ever attempt at making a little make-up bag, I did it without any help from the internet or my mam (who is a genius at making things!) and was quite proud of it. I'm going to try and make some more little things with some of this material, since it's absolutely gorgeous! I have more bits of it, and some ones with  very cute owls and frogs on. I have no idea who made the material but I think is so sweet and gorgeous!!!

First post :)

Hi, I'm Hannah, I'm writing a short story, i have no idea what to call it yet, but please comment and be truthful about what you think about it, more little bits and peices i write will be on soon :) thanks, Hannah



Rebecca wondered if mascara would be appropriate, she couldn‘t decide, so she put the mascara wand down . She looked through her wardrobe and couldn’t decide  what to wear, Nicki would want her to wear something colourful, but she couldn’t bring herself to put anything on yet. The longer she took, the longer she could avoid it. She looked down at her legs, they were still red and blotchy from her hot shower. She really shouldn’t have had a hot shower in this weather. It was a warm summer day, and she imagined that it would be blazing by midday when the  service would start.

She could remembered the day when it all happened. They were going to the shopping, a girly day. Nicki’s latest boyfriend had just broken up with her the day before. Rebecca smiled as she remembered Nicki’s fake dramatic  giant sobs. It was just another excuse to get out their money and shop all day. They had just come out of Topshop with bags brimming and giggling about the gorgeous guy behind the counter who had winked at them. Nicki wasn’t concentrating on anything but the dreamy guy and their life that they would lead when he swept her off her feet, and she started crossed the road and that had been it. One minute Nicki, her best  friend, the only one who had ever known all her secrets and everything that went on in her life, was there, laughing and shaking back her long auburn hair, and then because of that stupid gorgeous boy she wasn’t anymore. She could remember every detail. But she didn’t want to remember, she couldn’t it would just make it all to real.

Rebecca knew she had to read a verse from Nicki’s favourite song, but she didn’t think she could even speak a word of the song she had neatly typed up on her new laptop. Exactly the opposite of what Nicki would have done, her scrawled handwriting would be scribbled across a scrappy piece of paper, and she would probably laugh at her for typing it all neatly when she knew Nicki wouldn’t mind.

Her dad called up to her and she snapped out of her daze. She looked at her clock, 11.30, shit she had to be leaving now. She quickly got out the red summer dress she had bought 3 days before, pulled her hair back into a loose bun and looked in the mirror. She didn’t look nice and she didn’t look horrible, the summer dress wasn’t her best look, the long floaty skirt reached the floor, and made her look to thin and to tall. She could hear the car start through her open window, and ran downstairs.