Fiona Meakin Designs - Draw With Fi

Did you know that the collective name for a group of robins is a round?  I didn't actually know this until I looked it up the other day! I'm now in the third year of creating my hand painted robin decorations and the noun 'round' is perfect because I paint them onto little, round, wooden slices. They are available to buy over at my gift shop, The Little Heron Available in family flocks of 3, they can also be personalised.  I hope you enjoy looking around.  Fi xx

Letting Go So You Can Be Who You Came Here To BE: So, letting go! This is purely the definition as I understand it in this moment in time.  It has taken me a long time to be able to understand how to 'let go' and what it really even means. It's a term we hear banded about all over the place and considering the education branch of my business is called Let Go & Sell Art, it's about time I got this straight in my own mind! Ha!  For me though, 'Letting Go' has been a movable feast, letting go without really letting go, and a gradual process. I'm a hanger-on-er, an over thinker, a what-iff-er! What has just hit me, however, is this statement: I LOVE to write! And bare with me, there is a link. I didn't always, and it hasn't always flown so easily. I have this blog to thank for the fact that writing has become an important part of my job and my practice as an artist. Just as important as drawing.  You see, the thing is that I

Here's a little look at some Valentine's Day products I currently have stocked in my shop. These fun, hand painted decorations say everything you need to tell your special someone just how you feel. Available now along with some other nautical themed gifts in my shop. Link at top of page xx

It's powerful stuff! You may feel it calling to you, even though you haven't got a clue which creative outlet will let you shine your light.  When I finished my drama degree, I was obsessed with writing a play, only I didn't have a voice - I had NOTHING to say. I kept a folder with ideas in and the start of scripts but I never wrote more than 2 pages of any! I could think of situations and characters but not a story or what was going to happen, yet I still felt compelled to try. I started to question my intellect, telling myself stories that I was the least academic member of my family, that I was thick, that I was failing! I told myself that because spelling isn't my forte I couldn't write - yet I'm writing this right now, indeed writing is now surprisingly to me, a large part of what I do.  And yet, even though I was pretty horrible to myself in the inner voice department; that little spark of creative power didn't give up, it always shone throug

" Then it dawned on me. Have I been sort of hiding?! Have I been waiting for a 'better day?' " April Showers I'm sitting in the front porch at a little table that I'm renovating. It belonged to my grandma and is covered in sheets of paper with my daughter is drawings on. It is raining outside. True 'Manchester' drizzle. My little girl is standing at the top of the drive in the rain. But, despite my best efforts to advise her that we should wait for a 'better' day, she's not perturbed. "Come and buy a drawing!" She calls. "Drawings for sale. They're one of a kind!"  I think we have a natural sales woman here! My heart is bursting with pride at her guts and natural enthusiasm. She is only 6 and so brave to put herself out there! Would I do it?! Am I trying as hard as she is? The one problem is that she hasn't made a sale...yet. Charlotte's showed up but where are her customers? It&#