A Right Royal Celebration


Darlings,
I'm here, I'm here .... how fabulous it all is, i've been up half the night getting my hair done, but it is all worth it.
Miss Mannequin (and all at proportion london) wish Prince William and the newly named Duchess of Cambridge a marvellous day.
Enjoy the celebrations wherever you are ... i know i shall!

Royal wedding fever

Hello my dear readers!

Since the Palace have now issued the official seating plan, there is something I feel I simply must share with you …. As I am sure you’re aware, my fabulous friend William is getting married on Friday. The wedding is THE event of the decade (to which of course I am invited, I mean I haven’t actually received my invitation yet… one can only assume that there’s a delay in the post)?!

William and I go way back, having first met through proportion>london’s sister company GEMS STUDIO in 2008. The Gems team created a marvellous bespoke sculpt of the prince for Canada’s premier wax museum: The Royal London Wax Museum, for show alongside a sculpt of his mother princess Diana. We struck up a huge friendship whilst working on this project, the story of which is on the Gems Studio website: Prince William sculpt story and it surely can’t be long before Kate and I are also good buddies!

The anticipation of scouring the seating plan to find out who I shall be seated beside is just too exciting. Elton John, Guy Ritchie (if only you’d hung in there longer Madge!) Mario Testino, Rowan Atkinson or maybe even the Beckham’s; the possibilities are endless and oh so tantalising! Guess I’ll just have to wait and see… the official guest list 
 
Anyway more to the point… what should one wear to such a distinguished affair?? With this dilemma firmly on my mind, I popped off on a whirlwind spree to Regent St yesterday with my Mark, my darling driver. Regent St really does set a regal scene lined with union flags and there is a distinct feeling of romance in the air. Like a moth drawn to a flame Miss Mannequin was pulled towards all things shiny in my search for the perfect diamond accessories (after all it is a Royal wedding so I simply must wear diamonds). In the final mix, I will be wearing … Tiara (check); long gloves (check); slinky dress (check); vintage fur stole (check). Which leads me to the other great debate of the day … who shall I take as my guest? My new man METROpolitan is my dreamy choice to accompany me to the Abbey. Perhaps he will turn out to be my very own Prince Charming …..

Unconditional Love

Relationships are built on compassion, love and compromise. Compromise because there are always differences, and a mutual understanding is pertinent to hold the bridge together. However they are also built on acceptance of who the individual is, without forcing them to change their true identity. To accept one for themselves, not to change them for something we would rather want them to be. That is what true relationships stand for, love and acceptance of someone the way they are. Without stifling their personality or forcing them to do one thing when they want to do another. And it is these relationships which are the truest, and most precious. They involve an element of trust and love which is difficult to find otherwise. They do not care what the majority of the people may think as long as the individual feels he or she is doing something they believe is right.





Mothers are usually someone who have this kind of relationships with their children. They accept you for who you are, love you for being yourself. If they disapprove of something, you automatically don’t do it or you reason with them, but they never force you to change your identity. Even if you do something wrong, or say things you didn’t mean when you’re angry, you know everything is going to be fine because your mother loves you unconditionally and can never be angry too long.

Ever since my mother passed away, despite having close family members and good friends, I have sometimes lapsed into this feeling of loneliness. One can only realize the value of a mother when she is no longer there. A mother is the only person who would love you unconditionally. And unconditional love is a source of moral support to our existence that is incomparable in this life time,

Life is a risk. However, knowing that you are taking risks when you have the support of a mother is actually riskless if you ask me. Regardless of the outcome, the unconditional love would always be there, and nothing is more precious and more valuable. It is sad how our values are so skewed towards the materialistic side that we fail to appreciate these free blessings.

Mothers also encourage individuality in a person. I had always been encouraged to express my true self. I believe we are all artists, and we all have ways of expressing ourselves in this world. I do it through my writing. However because life is a multifaceted prism, it has many dimensions. We can express our individuality through the use of the colors we chose, the way we dress, the way we present ourselves and the way we treat others.

Dressing up and colors of choice are something very personal to a human being. I believe I can be very expressive through the way I dress. I remember in college when I was going through a dark phase, or would not be in the most cheerful moods, I would dress up quite gothic, heavy black eyeliner, black nail polish and full black attire. When serene, I would wear light colors like white. When feeling fresh and happy, I’d wear colors like turquoise and sometimes bright pink. And when feeling myself, I’d wear Red.
 
This is something which I did not realize consciously before but I appreciate now very much in my mother. She had always encouraged me to wear my favorite colors, or colors which I liked. When I was younger, I would like yellow and she would get the prettiest clothes for me in yellow. When I liked blue, she would always encourage me to wear blue. When I liked red, she would buy beautiful outfits in red for me. I always loved her choice but on the one two occasions that I thought the suits were not something I’d wear, she would never enforce them on me and instead take me shopping for something I’d like. I wish I could thank her for loving me the way I am and trusting me enough to do what I want to. In return I always did my best to live up to her love and never break her trust.

All the good traits that I have in my personality today are because of my mother. From the unconditional love she showed while nurturing my soul, my personality, my identity. The more days that pass without her, the more I realize just how valuable a mother is. Her birthday is coming up in 22nd April. I would end this note with a virtual birthday note to my mom in heaven:

Happy birthday Mama. You are unconditionally loved. From your only daughter, Amna.



Get Your Nest On

My house has been invaded by guys; carpet layer, floor refinisher, carpenter, and plumber. The plumber was not my choice, but I was forced delighted to add another remodel project to my list, due to a leak. What to do, after getting a couple of rooms back in order? Get out my silver birds and help them get their nest on. 

I layered a bird nest on top of seashells. The silver glittered bird is actually a Christmas tree ornament that I embellished with a jewel and seam binding.  


More Christmas tree birds getting their nest on. The real silver glitter is starting to tarnish. I know it's in style (even to let your silver tea service tarinsh), but I'm just not sure how I feel about this patina. There's something totally gratifying about polishing silver, and yes I'm serious. How do you feel about this?

Welcome Spring and get your nest on. 

I sincelerly hope you are having a nice week, and that you are not experiencing flood waters.
Blessings,
Ele

Keep Walking

Life is a roller coaster ride. And not just any roller coaster, it's easily one of the crazy ones from the wildest theme parks out there. Personally I love roller coasters, the wilder the better. However when you're on the ride emotionally and suddenly have to face the downhill part, well lets just say it's not the best feeling in the world. Usually I pacify myself with the old rhetoric about how happiness is a relative concept, hence the sad bits are vital to make you value the happy times. There is a lot of truth in that.Yet sometimes being human with all the usual faults and moods catches up with you. And you are left to face the dark emotions that can overwhelm your soul; those of fear and powerlessness.





The first week of April has been pretty rough for me. It was Mothers Day here in UK on 3rd April, and London was flooded with the sweetest and most adorable Mothers Day gifts. Made me muse back to all the happy Mothers Days I had spent with mom when she was alive before she got cancer. My brothers and I would usually take mom out to one of her favorite restaurants in Lahore for lunch, and then we'd all go have ice cream from our favorite dessert spot. Good times however fly by too quickly. It was a pretty rough day, with me wishing mom 'Happy Mothers Day' in heaven via Twitter. I could not even go visit her grave in Lahore to pay my respect, considering I was here in UK. To top it off, my dad had been feeling sick lately and the results of his medical tests came out this week too. The tests results were scary, informing us that two of his arteries of the heart were blocked. What a blow. It was like someone had punched me hard in the stomach, forcing the air out of my lungs, and the pain wouldn't let me breathe.

I love art, and somehow the picture posted above found me the same day. I fell in love with it. I could so relate. Me standing alone, away from my family, watching everything burn away, powerless against the fire. I was in a deep hole of pain and depression, enveloped by suffocating darkness. However when I looked up from the hole, I saw how people were going on about their lives. The sun still rose. And it showed too, which by London standards is a miracle. There were flowers everywhere. Work didn't stop for me at the office. Spring was here, everyone was all happy about the weather change. And it made me want to make myself come out of this dark hole.

Allah has His plans. One does not know what destiny has in store, but when you are powerless to change the outcome, You should just get up and start to move before life moves away from you too. When you feel helpless, you should just submit to the Divine Will and know that God knows what is best for everyone, and each soul has it's destiny to live. In other words, you should  just keep walking, and trust God to see through the distances for you. Replace the fear with trust and submission to God's will, or use it to become closer to Allah. It's not easy. I have to still work on this bit, and blogging is my way to heal. It's not easy at all. However as Rumi puts it so beautifully, we must keep walking.



God bless.


Winner Dinner (not related)

Aaron from mudpiesandmarigolds.com is the winner of my giveaway! Congratulations!

A couple of weeks ago, I served prom dinner. I had great help from "Mr. Grill Master," and my "Super Talented Don't Know How She Can Fit so Many Creative Ideas Into Her Head" niece.  Our dinner was in my son's casual family room, so "Super Niece" had the idea of decorating with crayons and paper.

Rhinestone gems were glued on the ends of crayons to create a crayon topiary. Super Niece constructed a crayon candleabra and crayon napkin holders.


My favorite part of the table was the artwork that my niece incorporated into each place setting. She outlined the fork and knife with some funky graphics, and provided a different theme frame under each plate in which each guest could doodle. 
IThe The room was finished up with white lights and paper lanterns. In the evening it looked fabulous.  And yes, the guests had fun doodling on  the white tablecloth. 
Don't you wish "super niece" was yours?.....sorry, she's all mine:) 
A picture of the girls, (my daughter is the blonde in solid blue)

I hope you are having a wonderful week.
Blessings,
Ele

Banners in Style

Go to my last post and register for the giveaway!
Here a banner, there a banner, everywhere a banner banner.
Whatever you choose to call them; banners, pennants, or buntings, they are all in style. They are not just for birthdays and holidays. They are for every day!  

A great thing about mixed meda art is that you get to use everyday found objects and incorporate it into your creations. Flashcards? Yep, flashcards. I'm not the first to use flashcards, nor will I be the last. I think the appeal is that it takes us back to elementary school. It's the feeling of mastering numbers, and numbers are hot, in style, the thaaaang that makes a mixed media artist's heart beat.
  
I made this garland out of flash cards, music paper, and some vintage ledger paper. I threw in some vintage jewels, a cameo and a paper flower. I strung seam binding through punched holes, and added a few scrunched pieces to stream down. Oh so easy, try it you'll see!


Banners are for everyday. Hang them across a mirror, a window, or wall.

Blessings, Ele


recovering, redecorating, relaunching!!!

It's all go over at the showroom this week! A hive of busy bees ..... painting, glueing, lighting and generally remaking over my apartment ready for the relaunch on Tuesday.
I'm having my fair share of make-over too dear readers. Along with all my fibre-glass chums, I've had a spray over (well I was away in Germany a while and one does get so dusty travelling!). My new skin tone is glowing and dewy, I'm eyeing up the wig box next to me (which i know will contain a treat from those fabulous wigmakers the Darvills) and I'm waiting for my make up artist Georgie to pop in this weekend to touch up my new lashes!

Apparently, we will all be on show from Tuesday. Three open-days (Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday 10am-5pm each day) of meeting and greeting the clients with something sparkly in my hand! I love it. Do pop in and catch up with me ... there is so much to see, I don't know where to start myself.

Oh well .... back to work with the duster - lots to do before you all get here for breakfast on Tuesday
Do hope you can make it ... I'll look out for you!
ta ta
Miss S