The Autumn Season

When it comes to the Autumn season all the leaves turn brown and falls gently onto the ground amongst all the pinecones and acorns; a walk in the park, the rustle of the leaves sweeping past and children swirling around the leaves. That is exactly how I would like approach the window by giving it a feel of Autumn.

Old paper books dyed with splodges of food colouring. (I would not recommend using food dye. The paper did not dry out even after a couple of days. I ended up ironing every single leaf as a last resort). I would suggest to use coloured inks instead but I cannot explain why I used food colouring dyes. Pinecones were a key item, I was not up for foraging around as the weather turns for pinecones let alone working out how much I will need. Instead I draw with two types of black marker pen on the cardboard on both sides.

Halloween was only a mile stone away. I did not want to go down the route of creating gory stuff in the window, It is really not my style. I decided the best to stay away from it all was to make a suggestion, ‘The wooden toy Kitchen’  (Witches kitchen – reminds me of the Hansel and Gretal story). A warm Autumn kitchen feel, filled with a few pots and pans, a ball of creamy white wool scattered across the window placing a disjointed cobweb as we asked a child to make one for us.

The final touches for the window, bright felted pinecones happened during the window was being put up, a lovely lady whom worked next door walked passed and asked if these were suited. It was perfect! So I have stuck them on the tree trucks and scattered them on the floor. Thank you! Nicola Diamond It just made it a little bit more surreal in a child like mind.

On the day of Halloween, I just added a pumpkin and made some kind of funny looking cat like tiger.

Trick or Tickle Treat Anyone?


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Buttercup . Autumn 2015
Buttercup . Autumn Window Display 2015.


The Autumn Season


Do you want to hire a Company who do not know how to deal with racism in their work force?

Do you want to hire a Racist?

I have a story. . . Coming from a Cantonese background, born in England, grown up in Whitstable. Am I British? What does it mean to be classified as a British person?

I thought we were all equal human beings.

My heart and the way my mind thinks is British, but my exterior shell is from a different region. Our family moved to Whitstable to set up a family home and a little takeaway shop. It is a little rusty these days; after almost 27 years.  My first Primary school was at St Mary’s in Whitstable when the nuns were there. My brother and I were the only oriental children in the school. It was overwhelming, but it was very welcoming. Growing up in the mind set of Cantonese parents and a bilingual, English education, I did not know that it was going to be this hard. My parents once said to me ‘If people call you nasty names, walk away quietly’ I replied ‘ Why?’

Let alone trying to understand, why were they being racist to me? It makes no sense? Did I listen to those wise parenting words? Absolutely not! I’ve grown pretty strong willed changing from Captain Caveman to a Brave Warrior and fighting for what I to believe to be fair. I will not let anyone take me apart for looking different. I will not shy away. I will stand my ground till my last breath.


Monday 22 February ( Approx. Midday )

Tapping away on the computer, making good use of my day off, working on my other creative job, updating my website. I heard banging noises from the outside, where a couple of workman were dismantling scaffolding from the building next door. It was not the most pleasant noise, banging and clanging. I told myself “it is only going to be a couple of hours, I can deal with it.”

I continued working with the noise, amongst the shouting, the swearing and the dreadful singing for at least half an hour. Something had to give! There were no signs of them calming the noise. I had to do something; needs must!

I opened the window and shouted ‘There are people trying to work here!’

You would have thought a professional would have had a bit more of a respectful attitude and realise they maybe causing some interference.

Not them!

Was he too thick to understand what was the matter?  Because he then shouted racist remarks.

‘Go back and cook your egg fried rice’

‘I’ll have a number _ & _ ‘

‘Your takeaway is shit!’

It was these remarks that ignited my fierce side; just like a volcano roaring.

If I had stepped out of the house I would have taken a baseball bat with me. I would have smacked it right across his face, where it hurts  and he would have wished he had taken it back.

I know violence does not help the situation, but there are times when I just cannot describe how much it angers me.

‘Where is your manger?’ I asked.

He said with a cocky voice ‘I am the Boss of the company’. Did I believe him? Hell No! I definitely was not calm. That idiot continued shouting, singing, making awful remarks.

I needed to control my angry thoughts.

Rustle up, call a friend, and manage to find his company ‘Bowman Scaffolding’.

I phoned them and left a voicemail. A guy named David called me straight back, he was shocked, I was angry, he tried to understand and listen to my story. I was still really angry.

In response he said ‘I’ll take your e-mail’ I replied, ‘What for?’

He replied something along the lines of letting me know what he intended to do.

Meanwhile I turned into a Wild Angry Beast thinking, what he should have said was that he’d call me back with an apology on behalf of his team.

I felt he had given an insincere, quite inhumane apology and it was not acceptable.

In my escalating temper I made one mistake. During this phone call I accused his workman of telling me to ‘F***cking Shut Up!’ David pulled me up on this point and shouted. I apologised about that, it was wrong. I cannot describe my anger, I was not red, I was boiling hot red.

What makes it such a damned joke is that he got so defensive and angry in response to my one wrong remark.

No real acknowledgment of the seriousness of my complaint.

He should try being a Cantonese Girl, working at home with such racket and see how it feels to get abused with racist remarks on a Monday afternoon? How would he have reacted? Would he understand my anger and pain?

Bowman Scaffolding, have handled this badly. Racism is illegal.

I am left so dissatisfied and I know not many people ever publicly voice these dreadful experiences.

I believe in fairness, equality and freedom. I once said to someone ‘it does not matter who you are, what you are, and where you are.’ Whatever you are doing now, may not be where your heart is, you are doing it because you have to. The ones who judged you and frown upon you are really the ones who need to have a second look in the mirror. The world is too big and beautiful to waste energy being horrible to others.

So last but not least, the man working for Bowman Scaffolding who grossly insulted me and wasted my time, who thinks it is ok to behave in such a disgusting manner, please think again before you speak to insult people.

Do you realise that roughly 95% of your clothes are made in China and your food is sourced and imported from the rest of the world?

(After this outrageous behaviour, you probably went home and ordered a Chinese takeaway, if not tonight perhaps another day. I hope you choke! I’d probably give you a Hail Mary and a bloody Amen)

After this incident, I was so outraged with the whole experience I ‘named and shamed’ shared it with my friends.

My day wasted in anger and unable to work, it lead me to start to write… it is really important to raise awareness.

There is such a lot of racism that goes unreported to the authorities. Purely the fact is, sometimes you do not have faith in them. In my situation, that is exactly what I felt – I had no faith in them, I didn’t call the police.

You need to understand I was a girl working alone at home, there were three of them, so my next question is if I had called the police what would they have done? Arrive, ask about the incident, and the blame would sway and the victim ‘me’ would be accused- three mouths against one – I would not have had a leg to stand on.

I am not accusing the other two workmen but seen from their perspective, they may be reluctant to speak up, lose their jobs and in all fairness one of them was oblivious to the goings on.

Having to re-write trying to get this story out there, a few more things happened along the way and I cannot leave it as it is.

Once the scaffold had gone, dad found that his religious statue, which had been firmly cemented to the roof, had been pulled off and roughly repositioned.  This statue is really important to him, it has been with us since he opened his business.  Coming from an oriental background ‘Feug Sui’ should not be messed around with, it would be an insult in his belief system and our culture. Dad had reassured me that it wasn’t like this until Bowmans appeared.

Dad also showed me an indentation mark on our roof, where a scaffold pole had been resting.  (I am not sure if they had asked permission to use our roof) Dad had asked the workmen if they had moved his statue, they denied it. Dad phoned Bowmans, in the back of my mind this was no use. To my surprise someone from the company did show up straight away, maybe they realised, that they should deal with the situation a little bit more carefully. I hope so and alway give people the benefit of doubt, if they show signs of making up for their wrong doings. This man later found me in the deli in the town and handed me some supermarket flowers!  I was not grateful and not pleased to see him. I am still annoyed with yesterday’s incident.

Did I accept his apology? I acknowledged this gesture but have I made up my mind whether it was a genuine apology? I am still too angry to take it in. Did I really accept those flowers as an apology gift?  I gave them away.

Little did I know, my father had been so frustrated about them denying removing his sculpture, that he’d suggested speaking to the police, is that why the company representative was so prompt?

What is more painful for me to see, is that you have not just insulted my race, you have insulted my family and the house we live in. How much more insult can one take, fake promises?  You reassured me that your staff would visit my house and apologise. The truth is, it was all lies.

That night, I did not make an appearance at home, I made sure I was out, not because I wanted to be out but because I was not ready to be confronted again by this vile, racist, mouthy character. His racist remarks were too smooth, it’s unreal to believe he could be deeply apologetic. That morning my father had told me no one had shown up! What a surprise!

You thought bringing me supermarket flowers as an apology is acceptable, are you taking me for a fool?  I have been honest with you; I had shared the story of your company’s nasty and dismissive behaviour. Yes the local Newspaper was interested, and got hold of you, but it turns out they cannot publish my ‘true story’ because I didn’t report it to the police there are no substantiated allegations.

Had I not been Oriental, nor our shop, would your company have kindly asked/notified us that you intended to put your scaffolding onto our building? Would you own up to messing with our property. Is it because we are who we are that you think it is ok to behave so disrespectfully?  I do wonder if you are all racist, or actually a really bad company.

My question is; if you experience a member of your staff behaving in a racially abusive manner how would you of deal with the situation?  In this particular case, what should you have done?

3 simple steps;

  1. You say ‘Sorry’ with the most sincere attitude.
  2. Listen (even if the victim remains extremely angry, it is essential to understand a member of your staff is racially abusive, the context is irrelevant, racism is unacceptable and illegal).
  3. You should empathise, reassure the victim with the utmost regret, promise commitment to address the issue and maintain open and honest communications.

That is all I wanted and you broke every rule in my book. Your apology is not accepted!

You may think I am nothing but I have the Freedom of speech. I am left with no option but to share my true story via the most powerful source we have  ‘We have to thank the modern world – social media.’


( In my comment page)

The was a valid point SOCIETY TODAY had pointed out to me that I may of been RUDE for the first place here is my reply and I hope this justifies my annoyed tone of voice ‘I totally agree what you are saying and there was absolutely ‘no excuse for being rude’ which you had pointed out to me.
I probably have not explained myself well enough to justify why I had shouted at the scaffolders, many apologies to the readers. I did not emphasise on my original blog, it wasn’t the ‘working noise they make’ i
t was the constant “F” word shouted on top of their voice. 

I had tried to put some music to block the noise for nearly almost half an hour. One could only bear a certain limit! In the back of my mind my concerns for young families with young children may have walk pass and  may have heard such bad language. Most of us do swear now and again we all do it ourselves, the fact, it was constant, in a public space and working a a professional.

I believed, we have the rights to have respected one another’s space. I have acted upon to protect and prevent any more walk pass to hear it especially young families. Should of I have acted any different? I cannot say I will.

Thinking back, if I was not so obsessed with the insult racial abuse from this particular workman. I wished I, could tone down my voice in the phone call with David, there was no words to describe my shock and anger, for what his workman said.

I can see, why you would describe the workmen would of believed I acted passive aggressive. I did try to tell them my annoyance, the use foul language. He cut me off and denied it was him and made a fool out of me. If it was not ‘him’ who had shouted foul language he could of may of been aware it maybe his fellow colleague. Why did he act upon giving me racial abuse? one do question, was it him?
If he acted a little different, when I said ‘swearing’ and allow me to explain how much they swore in a public space, one would of apologise for being abrupt on the first hand. I would like to emphasise the term ‘shouted’ to get their attention.

At the end of day I was trying to be a good British Citizen to protect my people. 

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Clangers vs Tent = ‘Oyster Festival’

To celebrate The Whitstable Oyster Festival and the come back of the Clangers since the 1970’s, I had a vision to make a humongous boat that will take over the whole window space and fill it with lots and lots and lots and lots of Clangers. Did I say lots? of course, why not?

That was my vision however, a week prior to the window instalment, my boss failed to tell me she had purchased ‘The Tent’ to my un-amazed reaction I honestly was not best pleased.  In my head I had big plans for the Clangers my inner child had came out and it felt like the whole wide world had collapsed; I was devastated and desperately wanted to make this big boat and fill it with all those pink creatures. My big dream had faded away and my vision had shrunk to a small Clanger boat. The tent must go in. There were two simple reasons; 1) the shop is tiny no room for this big item, 2) before the warm season ends. My actual concern really now ‘the space’ let alone trying to make a statement that the Clangers are back! Ideally if we had two separate windows it would of worked much more beautifully, realistically this was not the case.

The day of the instalment. I painted a simple light white wash on the bottom of the window to form like a sea, stuck some cotton balls on to the logs, added a string of black Clanger musical notes across the window, last but not least the tiny cardboard musical boat. An attempt to cram in as many Clangers, still trying to make some kind of Clanger scene if you have not guessed and of course the Tent.

Being a window dresser is not only making the window visually aesthetic, it requires some problem solving (this is only one part of it).   The best thing I would suggest is to begin by looking at the material you will be working with, then note down a couple of key items, a couple of rough sketches and of course try your best to make it work. It is just like a jigsaw puzzle. There is no real trick nor tips, sometimes you will have to go with the flow  and the rest, let your style guide you in the right direction.

Did it go to plan? The shop Buttercup was awarded by The Whitstable Oyster Festival – Highly commended!  I guess it did. However I would say this was not my strongest window design, in the same breath I have executed what was required. As predicted, even though the tent is beautiful the Clangers definitely stole the show.

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The Whitstable Oyster Festival window display 2
Clangers at Buttercup Whitstable
The little boat with the Clangers 2015
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Close Up: Bajo_ Seagull . Deuz_Maracas . Wee Gallery_Art cards


Clangers vs Tent = ‘Oyster Festival’

It is just a platform . . .

The window from my previous blog ‘the blank canvas’ can give you a taster of what the shop was once like.

Everything happens ever so sudden; one would describe this as ‘an earthquake’.  It has to start all over again and use what we got left to rebuild it.  This is a very big shop for a small little independent. There is a lot of work; you can hear a silent desperate cry of help!  The shop is in an extremely critical point and it has only a small pin to hold it until it snaps.  I cannot describe how I felt but I definitely feel for them and gave them a lending hand.

Let me try and condense how the shop looked before. The first thing you see at the entrance smack bang in the middle is a big square table and underneath was a lot of cardboard boxes. The till area was pretty close to the door within less than a meter (on the left), the back wall displayed merchandised greeting cards with the wrong fixture. Perspex holders limited to storing three of each card per style, the rest of the cards which are unable to fit in their designated area was stuck by cello-tape distastefully beside them. Around that area was lots more cardboard boxes scattered on the floor. Throughout the shop the walls pretty much had a hole in every wall; all badly patched up with bumps from poly-filler and blotches of paint to cover up. The shelves were covered with labels badly written in with thick felt tip pen and thin black biro; it showed no sense of continuity, I could really say even the local market traders are ten times better.

The shop itself consists of three floors. To break the floor plan up; on the ground floor you have the shop front till area (on your left), step down into the middle area and step down to the left hand side leads you to a long narrow back room with a hidden storage area on the back wall that opens up like a giant door. Upstairs is a decent sized landing space which awkwardly leads towards a big room and stairs leading up to the storage area.

The budget was miniature just like a tiny peanut. I had to quickly carefully draft up a plan in the most logical way in order to make the shop more practical and functional. This was the aim in the most simplistic term of explanation.

It was obvious to me the shop inside was too white, a lick of soft grey paint all over the walls will give a warmer ambience. The reason for this was the shop consisted of many white ceramics and it will soften the atmosphere. The till section was too close to the doorway to resolve this problem was by switching the position of the till and the main shelf with one another. In addition to this I had also reused and re-built a shelf to create a small divider. There were lots of benefits; one it will allow the customers have a minute of breathing space and allow them to look, two it made the products on display more visible allowing window shoppers walking by to see them clearly, three the position of the till is in centre focus of the store which allow staff to be able to attend customers more sufficiently. Furthermore, I have even thought of the practicality of the work space and designated a few props which were not there before; just by adding simple things like a hook holder for bags, a pole for tissue paper and a few hidden storage areas. This enables staff to be able to work at ease.

The hidden storage on the ground floor previously mentioned, in the card room, will be moved to the narrow backroom which was originally behind the till section. The cardholder was made of the thinnest sheet of plywood with strips of wood and thin dowels to hold it together. The walls on either side will be for gift wrap and extra space for potential cards by using existing props. This particular room is described as the ‘gift room’.  I intended to create an extra ‘selling space’ by making great use of the back door ‘wall’.  Ply was one of my materials, not only is it one of the thinnest selection of wood I could find, it was simply the love for the rustic natural look! The ply created a different dimension from the rest of the room. One would hope to entice the customer to move to towards the end of the shop. It was a no brainer to move the cards towards the end of the shop as the customers linger through and my thoughts believed this was the bread and butter. (Every retailer knows one of many difficult tasks to allow customers to unconsciously explore the whole shop like an adventure, naturally flowing to the back of the shop and the upper floors). I am hoping this layout will work and I am sure of it!

The wall next to the stairs will be a feature wall; it will be painted in black to give a very daring, very modern slick contemporary look. This wall will have two purposes; one soft furnishing and the other I call a little ‘teaser’, a small introduction of products upstairs. (This is designed naturally for staff to be able to guide the customers upstairs). 

During this mammoth period of two weeks (16 days to be exact), working after hours when shop was closed up until 4.30am (not every day but very close). When the sun rises I am up and ready for my other morning jobs the following day and then right back into it the following evening.

On top of all of this, extra work keeps piling on while trying to figure out problematic areas which need to be refined. There were many shelves which just needed a simple reshuffle, bringing it from top to bottom adding extra shelving space. The till section spurred a last minute thought for more shelving exhibiting art prints and many more potential items – it was another added feature wall. The criterion for this job was the shop must be fully functional by the next day which included a lot of re-merchandising.

The top floor was not agreed upon in the original plan but it was essential and needed to be done. In my mind the structure of this floor did not make sense nor was it completed due to reshuffling all the shelves from upstairs to downstairs. I had to make an urgent call and strongly suggest closing the main room upstairs until there was sufficient stock. It made logical sense considering their current status and for the lack staffing to maintain two floors, helping everyone to be able to manage.

For once in my life, I can say I was pretty happy with the end result. The job was of goodwill and for what it is worth considering the limited resources, I have to admit it was not easy and I was pretty much on my own.

Thankfully I called in a few favours from professional tradesman to lend a hand and in return a few cheeky pints. I was deeply touched by all the passerby late at night (even if I do not know them) showing their gratitude and supporting me to push the final leap! The random cups of tea from my boss & friend Mary Jane at Buttercup, my non blood related brother Jake to help me and the support of his family being there; my brothers and his friends helping me carrying planks of wood from the back streets to the high street shop (even though one of them made me in tears due to the exhaustion and tiredness) and of course one must not forget mum who bought me food, even if she does not quite understand what I do, neither do I to tell you the truth.

It was real. It was true blood and sweat behind the scene. No one really knew what really happens behind the scene unless you happen to be there, even the client never ever knew; it was like visualising a pretty painting, however this pretty painting had many stories and how much the community had helped. This experience to me is worth more and I would love to thank everyone who had helped me along this path. Thank very much from the bottom of my heart.

As I have described it in my title, it is a platform, a platform to give them a start on something new and allow them to build from this. The shop fit was only the first part of the exercise; it does not mean it solves everything, it is very important to understand the structure, the core of retail that holds everything together as well as maintaining the standard.

I wish my client all the best!

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Left: Shelving for the back wall ideal for prints and little nick nacks inspirational board. Right: Back wall, card holder I made and design out of plywood.
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The black feature wall: Left: Top of the wall shelving for interior Right: Props on the bottom half of the wall
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Left: Walls in the main part of the shop painted subtle grey. Middle: A shelf I deconstructed and made it a box shelf. Right: A wooden towel rail to hang the throws.

Beer anyone?

I.J (the technical geek), Ian Smith (the woodmaker), Mike (the Builder), Mary-Jane (My lovely boss at Buttercup), Jake Ganderton, The Ganderton Family, George (Deli), Jamie (New Inn), Heather Scott, My brothers and family. Cheers Guys – you had been wonderful lovely people and to many random locals and strangers too!

It is just a platform . . .


I am long overdue . . .

Where shall I start?  Sometimes it is best to strip it bear back to the core of what it was  … ‘an empty space.’

I was standing in front of two wonderful windows sitting side by side in a hexagonal centre that takes you into the front door. A window can tell a story and with this particular window the fruit has definitely passed its sell by date. A Christmas tree still standing in the window and as it is June, this does not come across well to a passer-by as it sends a negative signal to one’s own eye. Two identical shelves over shadowed have created a barrier between the shoppers. It had a very unwelcoming frontage, filled with objects, as one would describe it as clutter. Nothing makes sense; it did not marry each other it was like ‘chalk and cheese’, ‘oil and water’ just did not mix. It did not speak a ‘style’ it has lost identity as a contemporary living shop, the window was neglected and lost its former glory.

We must not forget, a window speaks volumes and it can echo a voice you want your customers to hear.

I am going to keep this simple and allow the products to speak! A touch of fresh paint, pull the two barrier ‘shelves’ away and allow the window to breath by adding a few props along the way to bring the collection together.

Tomic and Daly - New Shop Window display
Tomic and Daly – New Shop Window display
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Tomic & Daly: ( Left window) Father’s Day – ‘Something for Dad’ 2015
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Tomic & Daly: ( Right window) ‘Seaside Goodness’ 2015


Only a week to go and time has passed rather quickly, moving onto the next window display. Where has the time gone? Can we just roll it back once more as I really cannot remember what happened.

Yes! It is May, not long now, soon it will be summer again and it’s time for everyone to come out of the woodwork. Longing for a good spell of brighter, sunny and sparkly warm climate, we all know how to celebrate! I particularly wanted to introduce something very colourful, messy, crazy feeling by leaving the soft and delicate colours of spring behind. Goodbye Spring!

Let’s get the planes out! Bright and beautiful wooden toys we have in store all consist of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet, the colours of the rainbow, Yay!

Rainbow paper chains, cut, glue, stick or whatever the system, somehow they will piece together in the end. My work station is getting a little crazy; nevertheless, I am having tremendous fun at work. It would have been more amazing if the paper chains stretched across the high street as that certainly will turn a dull day happy – an unforgettable colourful happy day.

Shall I have small chains, big chains or all the same? My thought progress is ticking, only a day spare and with limited time I guess I could never make my mind up, so I went towards lots of different sizes. Paper chains are the simplest, easiest and quickest way to decorate a ‘space’, I wanted to create something that was memorable.

The day of truth! Let’s get crazy in the window, certainly bright and colourful!

It has brought so many fond memories for passer-by, It takes them back to their childhood and their own stories on how they make paper chains; ‘water and flour’ they say, that is how we used to glue them together in the good ole days’. It was a joy to hear and wish I could travel back time to join the fun!

Sometimes we take the simplest thing for granted, they bring an abundance of the most fondness memories which we tend to never forget.

The simplest thing in the world can make you happy and nothing more.

The yellow plane amongst all the colourful rainbow paper chains.
Buttercup: shop front – Rainbow Mayday
Buttercup Inside shop: Rainbow Mayday – paper chains galore
All the bright and colourful rainbow toys at Buttercup Whitstable. Kent. UK


Let’s make a huge big wave! That is certainly quite a statement.

The window is huge! and I do mean ‘huge’. It has two big frontages on either side of the door and approximately six times bigger than the windows I dressed up previously in reference to ‘Buttercup’.

It was an honour to be called upon. It is a game of ‘word of mouth’, just down the street on the corner lies a contemporary looking jewellery shop with a vibrant purple façade called ‘Is2 Gallery’. Curious to know what they have in store for me, the only clue given is the word ‘suspend’. This does not give me much of an idea, so I better get my thinking cap on and gather my thoughts and sources before heading to the first initial meeting.

I had a couple ideas in my head for my potential clients, however, they were unsure about what they wanted, still stumble on the word ‘suspend’, the goal set for me was to create a space and soften the exterior appearance.

This appears to be a very loose brief, scanning back and forth in my mind as to what would be most suitable; on the other hand, there is the clause to not touch the jewellery cabinet and all I could think of in the most politest way was damn it! I know deep, deep down it all makes sense to create the ‘whole space’ and I can feel my creative frustration driving me slightly insane, ‘Only if’ I say.

The other thing I need to bear in mind is to not cover the light source and by looking up at the ceiling, the advantages turns into a disadvantage. I feel like I have no leg to stand on as my idea deflated the moment I found out the shop contains suspended ceilings, which means nothing heavy can be used to hang from it.

My main concern is trying to find out what my clients like and dislike, from that I can understand not one but both of them and set the fire in their bellies. It is up to me to guide them to visualise what I see and give them a better understanding of what they potentially have in mind. To me, it is fundamentally important the idea comes through them and my job is to add a little creative twist.

The first job for any new client can be a tricky one. You must form a relationship with them so you can understand and communicate with one another, in time you can create a clear vision together and that becomes it’s own identity and sense of style. Once you have the basics, you can start to put the pieces together and that is only the beginning.

Countless hours of cutting ‘oblongs’, I mean ovals. Different shades of blue tones and different size of ovals all individually cut by hand. Every single piece of twine unravelled from a singular thread to piece them together, tying double knots to secure the juxtaposition of the ovals. I dare not say how many or how long it has taken me to make the props. All I know, given my calculations and small budget I had to make a substantial amount to achieve an effective outcome. The window has taken me four days to put up.

Looking back again, given a little freedom to think I worked out an easier approach. There is a saying, ‘you live, you learn and you move on to the next’.

I hope you all enjoy this piece!  ‘A wave of the sea’


Inside the shop
Shop front: side 1
Shop front: Side 2 Close Up
Shop front : Side 2