New & Exclusive party favours and unique gifts from Barbados!

We were recently lucky enough to have a holiday in Barbados. Most days we would walk to a smaller artisan market in Hastings and met with Helen Morgan, a local artist.

Helen is originally from the UK but moved to Barbados in 2005, where she now lives with her son. As well as being busy mum, she shows here work at the Hastings Market on a Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday. In the evenings, she is busy making art for both local people and for tourists.

Helen hand paints unique, beautiful pieces on wood that can be personalised for you and your guests. They are ideal for unique "Save the Date" messages, wedding invites, wedding favours and corporate gifts with a difference.

They are colourful, unique and brighten up where ever they are hung.

We loved the story of the "Trouble Tree" which she has turned in art. See the trouble tree story at the end of this page.

Pieces of art vary in size and are suitable for hanging, to be fridge magnets or can be hung up.

Helen can produce commemorative plaques for special occasions, such as  weddings, birthdays, graduations, births etc. As well aa corporate gifts and wedding / party favours. 

Any quotes that we get, will be sent on to Helen in Barbados and she will the contact you to discuss your commissions. 

We take no commission for any orders.

Here are some examples of what Helen can do.

Commissioned work.

Here is a piece of drift wood she turned into a very special piece for us. 

The "Trouble Tree"

The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence.

On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands. When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.

Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.

"Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied." I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again."

He paused. "Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there ain't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."