As some of you may or may not be aware, a couple of months ago I launched my own giftware range. The increase in demand for more readily available quality products by my clients lead me to doing lots of research 'a year's worth', with lots of business management courses, self improvement courses etc.
Anyhow, in short, I launched my range of aprons to start with and more products will be launched in January. I don't think I was prepared for how well the aprons were received, so a massive thank you to everyone who bought one or more. The feedback has been fantastic!
And as I had planned in my head from the very inception of launching giftware that I wanted to be able to give back to Charity. I have managed to do that, so again I thank you. On each handwritten individual label I said I would contribute a portion of the sales profits to my charity of choice, The Donkey Sanctuary of Ireland.
Well I am delighted to announce that I have managed to adopt four more of their eleven donkeys. It is my pleasure to introduce Lorcan, he was the first one I adopted and captured my heart straight away, it's not hard to see why. Lorcan was signed over to the Donkey Sanctuary in 1995, he was only a year old, very thin and his ears were flopped over the front of his head. Their investigators discovered that Lorcan had been chased by youths into a barbed wire fence and had nearly ripped both of them off. Lorcan is a fellow Galwegian.
The sale of aprons led to me being able to add two more adoptees to my care and I selected with great difficulty Mary and Nollaig, to me their name and lead up to Christmas just caught my eye and heartstrings.
Shortly after Mary was born her mother died, she was just three weeks old, the Sanctuary veterinary team took her into their care and one of the team bottle fed her around the clock until she could feed from a bucket. Her best friend is Roma another rescue donkey.
Nollaig is a very special donkey, in December 2012, The Donkey Sanctuary responded to a query from a concerned member of the public about a neglected donkey in Cork. On investigation, their team found a male donkey in a very wet field with no access to shelter or adequate feeding. His hooves were so badly overgrown that he could barely walk and movement was very painful. As a result of being left out in the elements, Nollaig was suffering from a painful skin condition called rain scald.
They took him into care and began intensive treatment. As it was almost Christmas, they named him Nollaig Irish for Christmas.
On Tuesday 18th December, I was able to adopt two more donkeys, I had been looking and couldn't decide between Richie or Roma and went back and forth on numerous occasions to see which one I could add. Much to my delight more aprons sold and I was able to add both donkeys.
Richie, orphaned when he was ten days old after his mother died from blood poisoning. His owners were desperate for our help. Sanctuary staff made an urgent journey in the snow to rescue him and bring him back to the sanctuary where he required round the clock care. Despite his hard start to life he has grown into a handsome and well loved donkey.
Roma, another Galwegian donkey, I couldn't resist. Roma was a young foal when she went into the Sanctuary care after a dramatic rescue. One of the welfare advisers discovered Roma stuck in a water filled hollow in a bog, she was treated for shock and hypothermia before she was carefully moved to the sanctuary.
This was the response I gave to a question a couple of months ago, when I launched my apron giftware range. To me my answer made total sense, but not to those who didn't know me or my background. They wanted to know more..... Why Donkeys???
This is how it all began, well some of the story anyway, it's hard to write a short story about the launch of a product with a lifetime of experiences behind it's coming to fruition.
When it comes to animals I have what some may describe as ‘a serious addiction to any kind’, no matter what the species, I love them all! I cannot say I truly know where that passion comes from, only that I was born with it and it is imbedded deep in my heart and soul. I believe the passion was intensified by my upbringing in the countryside of Connemara, which was bound to seep into my artworks.
My artworks are reflections of love, of passion, of respect, it is about the animals I portray, how their short lives here affect us profoundly and without whom we would not have accomplished so much in history. I see my work as a tribute to them and a reminder for us, where would we be without them? I cannot explain the how's and why's, when I see something I just know it's going to be an artwork, it just flows. That is another of life's mysteries not everything has an explanation, it just happens. So, now onto the Why Donkeys....a little insight to why.
As a child I grew up on a farm where the only horse, a beautiful Connemara pony was strictly used for working, she pulled a cart, ploughed the fields and carried loads, but was never ridden, much to my disappointment. All I had ever wanted to do was to ride horses and to care for animals.
One of my friend's was from a more well off family two ponies grazing in her field, a show pony she had outgrown and the "new" pony to replace him, at that time we didn't understand why she wasn’t allowed to let anyone else ride them. That didn't stop me gazing longingly at them from over the garden wall, dreaming! Our parents and grandparents were pretty strict when we growing up and you were punished if you disobeyed rules, so we never did ride, besides the fact you would have to tell the priest in confession! Which terrified us more than a good hiding!
Anyway, another friend in the village had a donkey called Dottie, occasionally we would get to sit on her if she wasn’t working on the bog or let loose down the field with the cows. A beautiful brown shaggy haired donkey, Dottie was small in stature in comparison to a Connemara Pony or the Irish Draughts that lived in the next field, but she was still considered huge in the eyes of a child, and to me she was the next best thing to a horse.
Dottie was generally very good-natured, a little stubborn if the mood took her on certain days, but well used to being handled and could also handle herself when she wanted too. She would normally be hitched up to a cart or carrying creels (wicker baskets) of turf and knew when she was harnessed she was in work mode. The only time she was occasionally ridden was by us children, I don’t think any of us could possibly have weighed more than the baskets of turf she normally carried and she didn’t mind when she was being rewarded with carrots.
I remember fondly how she would bray loudly with delight when she heard us chattering walking up the laneway, our arms laden with freshly pulled carrots (plucked from my grandfathers veggie patch). She eagerly awaited our arrival at the gate, her long hairy ears twitching back and forth and her soft grey muzzle rested over the top of the gate, keenly nuzzling for treats.
Her huge brown eyes peeking out under a heavy fringe of tousled hair. I was besotted with her eyes and eyelashes and how she lit up at the sight of carrots coming towards her eagerly awaiting muzzle. Standing patiently as we climbed the gate and clambered up onto her back, the she would amble slowly around the field while being enticed by the reward of a juicy carrot.
Dottie never went faster than a walk, only once did we manage to get her to break into a brief jog throwing carrots ahead of her down the field. She jogged off with me on her back and came to a sudden unexpected halt, at that point somersaulted over her head and crashed into a rock, it was a good lesson for us all. We never did try that again!
As long as the supply of tasty treats lasted Dottie was happy to entertain us, once she finished them all she would lower her head as if to say, that’s it I’m done, off you go now. It was here the seed of love for donkeys was planted and grew, my fascination with these humble, gentle eyed creatures could only grow, she was no noble steed, but she looked after us and made us smile.
When she wasn’t in the mood to entertain us she would head off up the field head down ignoring our calls. She taught us patience and respect. Even while she ignored us her long ears flopped back and forth listening to everything we said.
So there in a nutshell, Dottie was the first donkey I fell in love with who taught me some valuable life lessons. She was the influence along with all the other Irish donkeys who are reminders of the past, another story to be shared with you at a later date.
p.s. I did eventually get to ride horses and found the horses of my dreams too. Sadly many have gone but all taught me something about myself and life.