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Have you ever gone wildflower hunting? I do it regularly during my walks and camping trips.

There is something magical about wandering through the Australian bushland during the wildflower season. The vibrant colors that seem to burst out of nowhere and the intricate details of each bloom create

a spectacular display that is hard to miss. And one of the best parts? If you take a moment to pause and look around, you will keep discovering more flowers that you might not have noticed before! It is addictive!

You can stay in one spot literally for hours.

Can you believe Australia is home to over 24,000 species of wildflowers? There is plenty to discover, so it can keep us busy for a long time. And let me tell you, November is our last chance to soak in this breathtaking display before the wildflower season wraps up.

I find that taking photos of wildflowers is very rewarding, but capturing them with watercolors is where the real fun begins. There is something relaxing about painting wildflowers. Watercolor is the perfect medium for this—it flows beautifully and captures the soft colors of the flowers. You don’t need to be a professional artist to enjoy the fun! Just play around with colors and let them blend on the paper.

So, why not grab your phone or camera or sketchbook and go outside? Who knows? You might find yourself inspired to take a bit of that beauty home, whether it is through your photos or simply the cherished memories of a lovely afternoon surrounded by nature’s stunning blooms.

Here are my memories to share.



this vintage postcard from my collection was issued in 1914 and is 110 years old


So, most of you probably already know about my obsession with gift cards, but did you know that I am also a huge fan of postcards? I just love receiving them and sending them out into the world.

As I was getting ready to write this blog post, I was a bit worried that postcards might be going out of style. But guess what? I found out that October 1st is World Postcard Day! So, today is the perfect day to celebrate the joy of sending and receiving postcards.

I was really curious to find out how these little cards became part of our culture and communication. And here is what I found out.

The postcard’s origins can be traced back to the mid-19th century. The concept of the postcard as we know it today began in Austria in 1869 when Dr. Emanuel Herrmann, a professor of economics, proposed the idea of a "correspondence card." His suggestion was to create a simpler and cheaper means of communication—one that didn’t require the formality of a letter. The Austrian government embraced the idea, and the first official postcard, known as the "Correspondenz-Karte," was issued on October 1, 1869. It was an instant hit, providing a convenient way for people to send short messages. So the postcard was born. The popularity of postcards spread rapidly across Europe and the United States. By the late 19th and early 20th centuries, postcards became a global phenomenon, often referred to as the "Golden Age of Postcards." During this time, postcards were not just a means of communication but also a form of art and social commentary. The front of the cards often featured beautiful images—scenic landscapes, famous landmarks, romantic scenes, and humorous illustrations.

As technology advanced, so did the design and use of postcards. The rise of color photography in the 1930s and 1940s brought vibrant, full-color postcards into popularity.

Now, you might think that in today's digital age, postcards would have fallen out of favor. But there is still a loyal following, and there are still people who enjoy sending postcards to share their experiences or just simply say hello.

In fact, recently there has been a resurgence of interest in postcards as a form of slow communication—a deliberate and thoughtful alternative to the instant nature of texts and emails.

So, why not give it a try and send a postcard this October? It is a small gesture that can have a huge impact on someone's day. Plus, I have designed a few whimsical postcards that you may consider.

Please check out my website to find the perfect postcard that speaks to you!





I guess, most of us will remember and celebrate our awesome dads on the first Sunday in September. But I think of my dad almost every day. I would like to share my story, which may explain why I have my dad so often on my mind.

 In the heart of a forest near Prague, nestled among pine trees and vibrant wildlife, stood a small studio. It was a magical place, full of creativity and laughter. This studio belonged to my dad, born in 1922, a few years before the world was plunged into the chaos of the Second World War. He was a talented artist and a natural entertainer, always the life of any party with his captivating stories and infectious humor.

My childhood was a paradise, largely because of my dad's unconditional love and his creativity. He spoiled me in the most beautiful ways, such as crafting handmade dollhouses, intricately decorated treasure chests, and bicycles painted in vibrant hippie colors. He also created numerous portraits capturing the various stages of my life.  I was a typical daddy's girl, always by his side, basking in his attention and affection.

Our country house was a haven, and the studio in the forest was our shared sanctuary. I spent weekends and school holidays immersed in the world of art, surrounded by paints, brushes, and the joy of creating together. My dad taught me everything I know about art, instilling in me not just the skills but also a deep passion for creativity. Those days were filled with fun, laughter, and a sense of wonder that remains unmatched.

My dad passed away unexpectedly at the age of 59 while I was traveling around Australia. The distance shielded me from the immediate trauma of his sudden death, but it also meant I couldn't say goodbye. Despite this, I feel no sadness when I think of him. His presence is all around me, in the paintings that are on the walls at my home, and my studio. It is as if his spirit is watching over me, guiding me.

Now, as I spend hours in my studio, I often imagine my dad sitting next to me, entertaining me with hilarious stories and offering advice. His legacy lives on in my art, and his memory fills my heart with warmth and love. Now you may understand that I think of my dad every day, feeling his presence in the laughter, creativity, and joy that define my life. His spirit is always with me, a constant reminder of the beautiful bond we shared. This memory is a cherished part of who I am.

To celebrate my dad's legacy, I have painted his portrait using a photograph I have in my photo album.

Happy Father's Day!



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