Inspiration: World’s Hide and Seek Champion

I feel recently I have lost the talent for writing that I once had, rhyming was my first language at one point and I oozed creativity. Now I feel I am struggling and lost and way out my depths.

Research and writing has begun for Aprils big A-Z challenge, giving myself plenty of time to prepare, I feel 2 months is no way enough time for a whole alphabet. Warming up with Alphabet zoo I kinda feel back at school, writing a poem for an English project and throwing words together and hoping they’ll just ‘do’. But really I’ve lost all the love and excitement I once got from writing.

When I first started the blog, my first post was Javisnail, something so silly it was about a snail that travelled the world. But still when I read it back, I get a little buzz from some of the verses and even chuckle at myself. I miss that.

My best work was all around the same time, I could write a poem on a walk with my dog, while speaking with friends, an idea would just pop to mind, but I don’t have that feeling anymore and I’m desperately trying to find where its hiding, but it appears that inspiration is the hide and seek champion.

A great deal of inspiration came from a friend of mine, my creativity bounced off his and his quirky conversation always made my mind think in a different and humorous way, which is always a great ingredient for a poem. Being native Spanish, his curiosity in English was always hot topic, and it made me think alot more about our language.

It’s such a sad thing when you make such a good friend, they change how you think about things, and makes such an impression on you, yet one day, out of the blue, you’ve grown apart. And now there’s not even a hello.

Although I found my poetic side when I met him, I know I’ll find it again, I’m not ready to give up on writing, it will just take alot more practice.



Not a one to be beaten, I have wrote (and illustrated) this limerick called egg, feel free to comment and crack your own yolk!

I like to eat a boiled egg,
Egg’specially with toasted bread,
But I’d get quite a shock,
If out popped a croc,
And egg’stracted my fingers instead!


Fried is the best egg for me,
And many of you will egg’ree,
Well the up must be sunny,
And egg’trodinarily runny
Served with bacon, a sausage or three.


A poached egg must be egg’act,
But it’s difficult to keep it intact,
They say it’s el-egg-ant,
But that’s irrelevant,
An egg’s an egg and that’s fact.


Scrambled; well I must egg’splain,
It tastes egg’actly the same,
You can make it taste better,
With salt and some pepper,
But egg’pect it to be rather plain.


Easter is just an egg’sample,
When an egg is more than ample,
From those filled with sweets,
And eggs’changed as treats,
To a fabergé stuck on your mantle.

The Untold Stories of Scotland


I set our tale, and from here we’re lost,
Upon the land of ice and frost,
Where myths lurk within the lochs,
Shadowed by the highland rocks!
Of legends, fables and History,
Cursed and coated in mystery,
On moors and mounds where thistles grow,
Or dusted in the October snow.
In the still, beasts roam and pillage,
And terrify their local village!

Of stories both new and old,
That of Nessie has most been told,
There dwells in water a giant eel,
Where speculation of if it’s real.
Some say it’s legend, just folklore,
Other say it could be a dinosaur.
But I for one would never swim,
In the loch for what’s within,
As if it wanted something to eat,
I’d rather it wasn’t my toes and feet!

Seen on dreary foggy days,
Across the glens the haggis play.
On Tuesday hunts with guns and hound,
They follow tracks left in the ground,
For 3 legged haggis raid farm and field,
Stealing sheep and oatmeal.
These pests found in burrows and digs,
Look a little like baby pigs!
I assure you they aren’t half as sweet,
But in Scotland they are great to eat!

The Kelpies or the water foals,
Feeds on hearts and broken souls.
They have the ability to change,
From glowing eyes and dripping
To women whose beauty seeps,
And lures them into waters deep.
As men they can never resist,
The seducing temptation of being kissed.
So stay away from rivers and lakes,
Or yee too shall meet your fate.

The stodge, well it goes best in pies,
And the delicacy is it’s tail and eyes,
These bits are usually best served,
On Hogmanay as hot h’orderves
For it tastes so succulent and sweet,
As it feeds on tatties and ripened neeps.
In the country you will often find,
It Sat grazing on it’s big behind,
Commonly mistaken for a giant rat,
With a little more fur and fat!

The Wulvers are the hairy beasts,
That’ve left the poor a many feast.
They say they are part wolf, part man,
And live in groups called a clan.
In the hills they’re in a cave,
And are not like werewolves behave.
The legend says these mighty boars,
Leave fish and bread outside your doors,
In preparation for what winter brings,
They leave to those, wholesome things.

The Grock is not said but sung,
For the ‘R’ must roll right off the tongue,
There have been many stories said,
That he’ll grind your bones for his bread.
That he steals the sleeping out their room,
And takes them to awaiting doom.
For Grock came from way up high,
When the beanstalk fell from the sky.
But be glad that there is only one,
For half of Scotland would be gone!

For those that live north of here,
Know these are what to fear,
So if you venture past the wall,
Heed that yee have been warned.

Kreativ Blog Award


A couple of weeks ago I was nominated for the Kreativ Blog award, ok so it’s took me a little while to post this but I must admit I have been really quite busy.

So this is what you must do with the award:
1. You must thank the person who has given you the award.
2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog.
3. Link the person who has nominated you for the award.
4. Name 7 things about yourself that people might find interesting.
5. Nominate 7 other Kreativ Bloggers.
6. Post links to the 7 blogs you nominate.
7. Leave a comment on each of the blogs to let them know they have been nominated.

Ok so firstly I want to thank C. C. Charron for the award. I enjoy his art, his doodles and explinations make my day. He has his own unique style and it’s definitely one of my favourite blogs, so make sure you pop by and say hello!

7 ‘Interesting’ things about Me:
1. The name Amydot comes from my mum! She also calls me Amymoo and Amy toodly pop.
2. Other than English, nonsense and sarcasm, I can speak Spanish! Well I’m
Still learning. It’s a new years resolution from last year that I’ve actually stuck to.
3. I’m followed by a huge grey cloud of bad luck. This year alone I’ve fell down the stairs twice, had food poisoning, lost my house keys twice and been turned down for a dream job cos I lost the ability to speak for 2 and a half minutes! There are many other things but I’m still bitter about these!
4. I have a diploma in art and design. I received 3 distinctions, an A and an A* in college that I’m incredibly proud of but I don’t draw no where as near as much as I should do!
5. I suffer from night terrors. I have done since I was a child, I scream and shout in my sleep and I’m totally unaware of it the next morning! I haven’t had one in over a year but sometimes they are hilariously funny and other times they are quite scary!
6: I have a fear of masks. Especially kabuki masks.
7: Some of my best friends are guys and I prefer it to female company. I guess I’m a bit of a tomboy!

7 Nominees:
I love his nonsense and we’ve even wrote a poem together
2. A Plight of Poetry
Interesting and witty poems, looking forward to what is posted next! 🙂
3. palacioillustration I like his illustration style, perfect for children’s books
4. lifeasgood
I think everyone should read The monster ballad!!!
5.The Daily Mobster
Simply genius! I wish I was half as witty as this! His characters are so intriguing.
6. Halley Ann Schaub
A great blog with poems about everything! Well worth a read!
7. 30 minute fiction
A great writer so help send Nick to Cambridge!

Congrats and please send the award on! In truth I love reading a lot of blogs and it was hard choosing 7, this is probably why it took me so long to post! Oops!

Send a Smile…

Calling writers, artists, bloggers and creative people!! How have you spent your Sunday? your day of rest? Have you made someone smile today! I did…

I found out about a website called postpals this is a site set up a few years ago by Vikki. Due to ME she was made bed bound, during this time she received cards and messages that inspired her to set up the site so that children with chronic illnesses could receive emails and post from people from all over the uk and perhaps the world.

I couldn’t ignore this so I spent my Sunday afternoon writing up an email, and decided to send one of the members my story of Javisnail. This is a fantastic cause for fantastic people! So why not send smile?

Post Pals - Putting a Smile on Childrens Faces

Sally the Voodoo Doll


Sally was a voodoo doll,
Her skin was made of cloth,
With little tiny puncture holes,
From people who hate a lot.
She was battered and beaten,
And a little bit bruised,
And the pins sticking in her,
Were all the way through.

Sally had a sad face,
And a plastic button for an eye,
With nothing for a tear duct,
So she couldn’t let out a cry.
Her mouth was straight and serious,
And sealed with a rusty pin,
And even though she tried,
It was impossible to grin.

Sally was the kind of doll,
That no one even cared,
They all stabbed her through the heart,
Or bit and ripped and teared.
She carried with her for emergencies,
A needle and some thread,
Incase someone just so happened
To want to rip off her fabric head.

But Sally had a purpose,
Not any other doll did,
for people wanted Sally,
As long as they lived.
For ex boyfriends or the taxman,
Teachers and betraying friends,
Sally was always needed,
For controlling their revenge!

Origami and Organdy

I apologise to my poetry readers for the fashion related posts, I will get back to that later. But this is my imagination and I believe creativity should never be limited and I am all for thinking outside of the box! I would also like to say a huge hello to everyone new and who checked out my last post, welcome to my imagination, make yourself at home!

I wanted to share my college work with you. In particular the previous ‘Secret Garden’ post as well this. I’ve always loved making things and the more complex the better. This is my scarf project and complex would be an understatement!

The brief was ‘Opposites’, to make neckwear – experimenting with print, shape and/or colour. I should explain the way my imagination works is if there is a box with the obvious inside I’m jumping on top of it like a deranged rebel punk, the obvious doesn’t appeal to me at all, and so the cogs started turning.

During researching how I could manipulate fabric I came across an artist called Rowan Mersh, an artist who uses matchstick and Vinyl records with black and white stretch fabric. He’s totally unique. I focused on his work with spheres for this project but if you have a minute, totally check him out!

Origami! Somehow my mind took me to how could I make a ball? after a little bit of research I began experimenting with kusudamas. These are a kind of paper decoration ball made up of flowers. 1 square of paper folds to make 1 petal, 5 petals make a flower, I’m unsure how many flowers make 1 Kusudama, but I tell you it felt like 100’s!

Now it’s one thing making it out of paper, fabric is a different story – organdy was the only thing that worked. To the left are the results, both balls are complete Kusudamas, don’t try this at home… can cause iron burns and dreaming of origami!

Givenchy’s collection at the time (spring/summer 2008) had featured some Elizabethan ruffs, so I experimented making these too, it all had to be hand stitched and the amount of fabric you need is never-ending!

So this is the result, my creation. It took a great deal of work and it looks a little obscure but it is only a concept piece. If you would like to see how to make a kusudama I have include an image of instructions, courtesy of google images!