Ondine Updates

Well Hi there little mermaid.

So sorry I haven’t paid any attention to you for quite some time.

Life is odd. Things have happened. I had a five-month long moment. I think it’s passing now. I’m back to my relatively normal reality.

And with that I’m back to focusing on my beautiful undine and all her sparkling finery.

I’ve finished my first draft of the story. That was really exciting. If anything it’s what brought me back. I’m in love with Ondine all over again, and I can’t wait to pick up my work again. It needs working through, adding bits to, taking bits out… but it’s there. It’s a story. It’s real.

And now I’m back into my beautiful creative bubble, of course, I’ll start filling up this little blog with lots of updates and images of what’s going on too!

To start with… a few sketchbook pages of late.









I’m going back to the beginning almost. Re-familiarising myself with her tale, and her tail. I’ll be at the drawing board for a while, trying to figure out where to go with my collection samples, what to do with my knotty tail ideas, and all the while tailoring her story to it’s finest… and talking it through with a wonderful filmmaker to figure out how to transform her tale into images. If you’re crushing on my project, and have any filmy/acting/music/anything experience, please hit me up!

Ooo and here are a few knotty samples…

Rope Samples (10) Rope Samples (13) Rope Samples (14) Working (9) Working (13) Working (14)

All pretty exciting, huh?

Stay tuned for tales, and tails, and pearls of wisdom, and some actual pearls too!

Oh, and I’ll leave you with this oh-so-glorious song from Laura Marling, it’s appropriately titled Undine, and shares a similar thread to my own story.

Hey Laura, fancy writing me a soundtrack for my film?!

Chloe out.


An Ondine Sketchbook Update

If you follow me over on Facebook/Twitter you’ll know that I promised a few Onine updates…. so here is update no.1!

I collected up some oceany photography that I had on hiding in my desktop, some from France, Russia, Sweden, Denmark and the rest I took while out on a little inspiration gathering trip to Musselburgh. I’ve printed, and traditionally cut and paste these photos into my sketchbook and added some exploration drawings around them. From these, I’ve sketched lots and lots of design drawings for my collection, and for my tail piece! Yay! Plans for each are coming along wonderfully… now if I could just stop being ill I could work harder!! Will share lots of photos of my samples with you in the next post, but for now, here are some of my sketchbook doodles…..











I’ve written up my first draft… I’m just going through it with a corrective eye at this very second! and I’ll be re-writing it a few more times over the next few months to make sure it is as perfect as it can be!DSCF1129smallMight share a little excerpt with you…….

Stay tuned!

Chloe out.

First Excerpt from The Story of Ondine

I’ve been so busy these past few weeks writing away. It feels like a giant explosion of words has just melted out from my brain. I’ve not written much of anything but the odd one-liner, blog posts and journal entries for such a long time. I’ve missed it. I really must write more.DSC_0186

I don’t know if it’s any good yet. I’m still in the first draft stages and still need to write a huge chunk of middle bit, but it’s oh such a glorious process.DSCF1080small

If Ondine is as successful as I hope it will be, I’m definitely going to write a story for every single collection I do. Oh joy!!

Anyway….. thought I’d share with you a little sneak peek at part of the story.

She nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks.


He rummaged around in his pockets and pulled out a strand of white string. She laughed through sparkling watery eyes and held out her hand. He tied the little rope around her finger. She looked down at the string, flexed her fingers, brought them up to her mouth and licked her new ring. He watched in astonishment as the glistening bubbles in her saliva solidified around the knot and the string set in silver.

“Okay, you really have to tell me all your secret now!”

Still a first draft, so it will most likely change! But, what do you think? Would love some advice?!!

Ooo and here are a few more full-scale tail samples. Must write that knitting blog! and maybe a weaving one too!Silver Coned (14) Silver Coned (12) Silver Coned (9) Silver Coned (8) Copper Clawed (1)Copper Clawed (10) Copper Clawed (6) Copper Clawed (4) Copper Clawed (3)And the first pretty page in my sketchbook (will upload some more images of the other pages soon).DSC_0060I’ve also been working on some knot-work for the main elements of the jewellery collection… all will be revealed soon.DSC_0046 DSC_0047 DSC_0059

Stay tuned…..

Chloe out.


Today was the official first day back at uni, and not just that but my official first day of fourth year. Oh dear… EVERYTHING MATTERS THIS YEAR!!!

Okay, breathe…..

This morning we had a little introductory lecture to what to expect. And first off we are expected to write project proposals; which means i have to figure out a way of getting a the little thoughts floating around in my head into words that people will actually understand!

We were shown this video as a guide to thinking about what our proposals should be:

Simon Sinek for TED.

People don’t buy what you do they buy why you do it.”

Although we aren’t all thinking commercially for our degree show projects, it’s still a great point to think about when creating proposals and enabling people to buy into what you’re doing,

Why should people be interested in what i’m doing?

Why am i interested in what i’m doing?

Well, i’ll have to think about that…. and come up with more than just because i like it!

Why do you do what you do?

Chloe out.


One day, when i was a tree and you were a slug who was afraid of the rain… Photoshoot

Yesterday i used all the artistic license i could find to turn myself into a model! I wanted to take some shots of my One day, when i was a tree and you were a slug who was afraid of the rain… pieces worn, so i made believe i could model and i did!

Here are the photoshoot results!

(Bark Samples) bwc smaller

One day, when i was a tree and you were a slug who was afraid of the rain… (Bark Samples)

(Climbing) bwc smaller

One day, when i was a tree and you were a slug who was afraid of the rain… (Climbing)

(Falling) bwc smaller

One day, when i was a tree and you were a slug who was afraid of the rain… (Falling)

(Swallowed) bwc smaller

One day, when i was a tree and you were a slug who was afraid of the rain… (Swallowed)

(Alone) bwc smalelr

One day, when i was a tree and you were a slug who was afraid of the rain… (Alone)


What do you think?


Fancy some modeling? Need a portfolio topping up? Just fancy some nice shots of you wearing rockin’ jewellery? You can be male, female, fat, thin, beautiful, ugly, pink, purple, green, tall, short, blonde, brunette or anything under the sun… Message me and we’ll talk shooting!

Chloe out.

One day, when i was a tree and you were a slug who was afraid of the rain…

It just came to me that i haven’t actually posted the actual story to my blog… i just keep mentioning it, and naturally you must be like what is she even talking about?! So…. HERE IT IS!

Enjoy…. and please let me know what you think of it (i REALLY want to know what people think of my writing skills, as i want to know whether to leave the writing to the pros and just use my own talents to add to those stories or to continue adding my own written stories into this world rather than just the glimpses grasped at in my art).



One day, when I was a tree and you were a slug who was afraid of the rain…


One day, when I was a tree; standing tall and alone at the edge of The Great Forest, and you were a giant grey slug, it began to rain. You slowly slimed your way up my thick trunk, carefully edging up to my branches, up to where the leaves would protect you from the dripping water that you feared so irrationally.

“Oh great and mighty tree,” you called out from the dense covering of leaves, “Please save me from the rain, allow me to shelter in your beautiful curved branches.”

I didn’t say anything. An immense ecstasy was building up from deep within me, and a wave of laughter broke forth from my core; it was so intense and rolling it dislodged the little you from the tip of my branch. You fell with the rain down onto the lonely earthen floor.

The next rainy day the same journey was played out before me. I let you slime up my body, caressing my bark with the length of your body, striving to reach the safety of my leaves. You begged me to let you stay using tantalising flattery but I just laughed you back to my feet, only achieving my own pleasure.

On the fifth rainy day it changed. Just as the great laugh was building up inside me a stormy black crow swooped out from the night and grasped you within its mouth. The crow landed on my wet branch, resting its wings as it swallowed you in one mouthful. The crow did not ask me if he could shelter on my branches. He simply expected it. I missed your beautiful words, your gentle trail as you embraced my body, the playful murmurs you whispered on our journey, the joy you filled me with, a joy you never took a part of. You always came back. I did not laugh at the crow, he gave me no satisfaction. I flicked him from my branch, but he did not fall to my feet. His sharp beak bit into my skin, his talons clawed at my arms, scarring the bark. He tore off my leaves and broke my branches. I was helpless as they fell to the ground. And then he stopped. And flew off into the night. I was left bleeding, and broken and all alone. In that moment, and for the rest of my life I mourned you.



Chloe out.