It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve posted as I’ve been fighting off illness but I’m alive! And this week I’m bringing you some unique card and gift ideas for Mother’s day. As any regular readers of my blog will know, I love to promote other creatives and support small businesses, so all of my choices are handmade, making them extra special!
Primrose Place Art
This Folksy shop is run by Helen Wainwright who uses her artistic talent to make cards and prints. Her work is super cheerful, which is what I love most about her designs. Here are some of my favourite Mother’s day cards (click the picture for a direct link).
Tina Martin designs and prints all her cards and has recently started stocking an eco-friendly range, offering 100% recycled cards/envelopes in biodegradable bags. Below are some of my favourite picks for Mother’s day but it’s well worth looking at the rest of Tina’s shop as you’ll find everything from prints and gift tags to painted stones and bookmarks.
Art Glass By Jessica
I’ve always loved glass work and Jessica’s shop is a treasure trove of beautiful gifts. There were two decorations that really caught my eye and I think the daffodil one would also make a wonderful Easter gift.
Warm Glass Fusion
This Etsy shop, run by Christine Layton is another must-see for glass lovers. I love Christine’s cards with little glass art keepsake!
Next week I’ll be bringing you a quick last-minute handmade gift tutorial and as this is the time of year when my favourite flower is in bloom: the daffodil. I’ll leave you with the famous (and also my favourite!) Wordsworth poem.
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
– Williams Wordsworth, 1804