Any really interesting surface Is made of different layers And each layer is a lifetime Then burnt back to the quick. The bumps, the dents, the feelings Ripped open then remade. Run deep, below the topcoat. And that is why I stayed.
It’s my birthday this week and, while I wanted a party, I wanted to do something the family would enjoy and that reflected the change in direction my life has taken over the last year. Plus I really fancied doing something a bit different. Enter…the Art Party. The aim was to get everyone getting arty,Continue reading “pARTy”
Did I mention my soon-to-be-open stasherella stall? I’m committed to a week of hopefully Christmas cheer and ker-ching in equal measures. I’m in the process of working out my stock. I’m developing the ‘Stasherella Home’ collection, drawing the design on cushions, ceramics and maybe lampshades. I’ve also got the antique quilts including this beauty So,Continue reading “Stalled”
How fast air can tarnish And rot away shine. With no polish, no elbow grease, There’s not much time Until bright dims to dull And the crackle of rust Distorts the harmony, Drowns out all the trust That we have. That we shared. That is lost.
Have you ever started a blog post without any idea of what you are going to say? I have. Just now. All I know is I want to say SOMETHING unfortunately I cant articulate beyond that. I wonder why? Is it because there’s too much going on in my brain. Unlikely. My brain is atrophying quiteContinue reading “Speech marks”
I often start stories to my boys with the words “when I was a little girl…” And it’s true, I tend to hark back to good old days more and more now. but why? I mean, kids these days have so much. My two boys have their own bedrooms, they get to eat good food everyContinue reading “Olden days”