Happy 18th Birthday Nicole Leadbetter

For my cousin’s 18th Birthday I made her an ocean inspired necklace and earrings set.

She loves all things under the sea, in particular whales and dolphins…. so what to make her? A whale tail necklace with splash drop earrings of course!
And as, she too, is a February birthday, it just had to be an amethyst stone… these ones a beautiful pastel Lavender Amethyst.

A few in process shots…

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…. and the finished piece…


Happy Birthday Nicole :)
I hope you like them!

Chloe out.


Gilmerton Cove


My second Seize the Day Meetup day (for the first, pop over here)!

As part of Obscura Day we wandered on down to Gilmerton, and tucked in between a few shops at the crossroads is the entrance to Gilmerton Cove.

Gilmerton Cove is a series of hand carved passageways and chambers that lie below ground to the south of Gilmerton crossroads. After five years of work by Gilmerton Heritage Trust and The City of Edinburgh Council to restore and preserve it for future generations, it opened in August 2003, providing visitors of all ages with an educational and fun experience. The entrance to Gilmerton Cove is through a visitor centre adapted from a traditional mining cottage.

Our guide was really knowledgeable, and the tour was fantastic. Would thoroughly recommend it, if you’re looking for a bit of mystery in Edinburgh. Check out the website for more details… and have a nosey at some of my photos below!

















Gotta have a hard-hat selfie!



Chloe out.

Happy Eggy Easter

If you just read my previous post you’ll see how I had a rather nerdy Easter egg decorating day!! If you didn’t read it, you should, it’s awesome!!

Thanks for making the weather lovely Jesus! we had a rather wonderful day chilling in the sun painting eggs (well, I painted them! Mum doodled on hers, Dad was too distracted by the sun to do more than one, and Jamie… well, Jamie is special!!), then a trip up Blackford Hill and some egg-smashing ensued!

Here are more photos of our fantastic eggs! and some of the egg-rolling banter!!


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Pre-smashed eggs!

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Dad’s I-got-bored-doodle!

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The Dalegg is here to EGGXTERMINATE you!!!

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Bailey enjoying his dinner!


Hahahaha! we’re just too awesome!!!

Happy Easter!

Enjoy all your chocolatey noms!

Chloe out.

An Inspiration trip to Musselburgh Beach

I introduced Ondine yesterday, so today is a little inspiration for the project!

We got off the bus, popped in for a sneaky ice cream at Luca’s and wandered down the river to the sea.DSC_0111

For February the weather was rather glorious; not a breeze in sight, a few whisps of cloud but mostly blue stretching through the skies and weirdly warm. Warm enough to take my shoes off and curl my toes around the sand while we had our little picnic.DSC_0114DSC_0101 smallDSC_0098DSC_0100DSC_0108 bwDSC_0118DSC_0124DSC_0230We, well I, beachcombed up and down the sandy shoreline as Bailey darted about after other dogs and my brother whined for me to hurry up. After, I had picked up as many shells, sea glass, bones(!), seaweed, and other assorted gems as I could carry in my pockets, we dragged Bailey away from the water and carried on with our walk.

A brief stop at a playpark, yes, we are children!

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And then off down the John Muir walkway. I wanted to walk all the way down to Prestonpans as I knew it was more of a rocky shoreline and I would get some great imagery for a part of my story that featured a plethora of rocks! But we had left it a little to get our arses out the door, so it was rather dark and we didn’t quite make it all the way long… but there is always next time!!!DSC_0232 bwLook at all the stuff I collected!!Finds (2)

Currently sorting through it, and using them as drawing inspiration… might even make a few samples or pieces from my collections (keep your eyes peeled in my etsy store!). For now… a little more writing.

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The Overseas Henderson Mermaid Clan

Another Hollyday Zendoodling!

These Hendermaids for my wonderful Auntie, Uncle and Cousins :)

A little different from the ones I’ve done so far… after drawing out the initial outlines (I always draw faces in last) I couldn’t help but notice how they reminded me of those cut out painted boards you get your picture taken behind down by the seashore or at carnivals… and I was struck with an idea Photo cut-out mermaids!!

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What do you think?

Fancy yourself a magical Zendoodle commission? Check out my Zendoodle gallery for more and send me a message about ideas for your very own artwork :)

Happy Hollydays Hendermaids!!!

Chloe out.

The Early Years: what led me down my creative path…

Last night i updated my website.

I created a new gallery called The Early Years. It was just going to be some of the work that i did at school, but it turned into me chronicling the creative path that led me to where i am now.

The images in the gallery are the all the works i did at school that i’m still proud of now, and hopefully soon i’ll add some photos of the even earlier years (i’ve just emailed my mum asking her to dig out some old photos and artwork i made when i was little… so stay tuned for that!).

You can visit the story here: The Early Years, but i’ll post it as a blog here…

The Early Years

I’ve always loved art and making things.

Colouring books, plastering my face with mummy’s lipstick, copious amounts of glittery doodles tacked to the fridge were the favourites of three-year-old me.


Steadily I moved on to more painty type things, with the odd doodle here and there. I have a wonderful mother who would book me parties at Doodles and other crafty things. Who bought me craft kits and let me mess up my desk with paint and scribbles and encouraged creative opportunities wherever they presented themselves. I have two creative parents, neither of them artists but entrepreneurs and creators of their own dreams. I can’t thank them enough for understanding that my art will not always be something that they understand and encouraging me regardless of this.

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The school they picked out for me ultimately had a huge influence on where I am now, and luckily for me it had a great art department and contained two teachers who would initiate my love for making things and telling stories. At school I started to write (I cringe now looking back at those stories and poems but they were the start of my love for storytelling). Reading was where I would escape to when life around me got a little messy and being able to write down the stories in my own mind was just the most glorious thing in my whole world.

It wasn’t until taking up art in senior school that I combined my love for art and my love for storytelling together. At school you’re always pushed to produce photo-perfect renderings of still lives and fruit bowls, but in the A level course our understandings of art were expanded and our first project was to create an installation.

I’d never really made anything artsy, other than toilet roll tube castles and friendship bracelets, and I created something I was immensely proud of (see Untitled (Out of Nature)) and something that would instil the urge to make things within me for life. I also owe a lot to my art teacher who noticed this, he supported me in pursuing the sculptural side of my creativity. He also ran the photography course, and told me I had an eye for it; I believed him.

The other teachers were keen to see drawings and without his encouragements this path I have taken wouldn’t have been revealed until a lot further down the road, so thank you Mr.Adair.

And thank you Mr.Intihar; perhaps the most enigmatic teacher I have ever come across. I don’t remember ever doing all that much in his classes, but I learned so much. He managed to teach without teaching, he read things, and shared things with us and simply talked to us. I discovered my favourite book in that class, Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood, and was inspired to take it out of the classroom and into the art I was creating at the same time (see Cat’s Eye). Thank you Mr.Intihar, you wonderfully bizarre, banjo-playing, Canadian, for infusing that love for storytelling further than words on a page that I still carry in me today.

It’s amazing the things and the people that change your lives in small but colossal ways.


Chloe out.