Old photos of my sister and I playing in the bush in the Australian country side.
I have painted the background
Used fabric butterflies
Added vintage images
The journalling is about this day in my childhood. It is on the back of the page
When I was a small child, I lived with my family on a farm about ten miles out of a small country town. My sisters and I led a carefree and bare foot life with only each other and some kittens for company.
We had very few toys and as a result were imaginative and resourceful children; we roamed free, climbing trees, baking mud pies, weaving daisy chains and trying to wrap the kittens in baby blankets. They were not impressed!
These photos are two of a just a handful I have of me as a child and maybe because of that I remember the day so clearly. My little sister and I had a balloon each, such a rare treat. We tied them onto the upturned wheelbarrow, spun the wheel like mad and “flew” to London to visit the Queen.
Little did I know this was to be my last year of freedom before the horror and incarceration of school began.