Unit

when you’re at school A unit is a single thing A pEg, a ball, a box. Then When you grow It does too To two As you do Or you did. Now, who knows… Unit isn’t us It’s them And theirs They care. Not you.

Honey

sometimes, it’s easy to forget, that life can be sweet. It’s been tough at stitch towers recently. I’m sorry for being quiet. However, this week, is packed I say packed to the rafters with action and news. Just you wait…

View from the sofa

Things I have learnt in the last few days: Stomach bugs go through children a lot faster than they go through adults. My boys were ill with a bug for approximately 36 hours each. I am still laid low approximately three days later. I am getting bored. When I get bored I do tend to…

Bonbon maman

I am not always the world’s best mother as you know. I was not born to be a homemaker neither was I the type of person who dreamt of being married  with a white picket fence and four children. No, I was going to run the World Bank in my dreams. But, these days, I…

Make a house a home

 Now you know I have a ‘thing’ for antique quilts and it’s been a while since I showed you some of my hoard collection. So, here’s a shot of my latest acquisition, an American classic, the School House block is my favourite and this is a beauty. Slightly disappointed it’s not white and red –…

Richter scales

I feel like a property developer, I have so may blogs. So many houses within which to live and write and paint. And I like it that way, I need space, I know that now. So, I’m keeping this blog – I reread this post tonight and it has reminded me why I started all…